duminică, 1 iunie 2014

I am a writing machine

Translation and proofreading of Oana Nechita
Author : Dorina Neculce the poetry writer

 I am a writing machine
obsolete with a meat ribbom
the poet supresses me in his hands
of blood: tick tick tick
my veins are flowing
turning loose the walls
are hating me
the housewives
with fallen breast
I become expensive
I pretend 
in subtles meanings
I’m only
a crying and I tell to myself and
I scream breaking loose
through the rain of blood
in the darkness
my mouth
is changing
in the mouth of the wolf 

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