Brain-drain is realty in oceanic space,
We pledged to seal with our eternal love.
My throat’s cut by platinum necklace
As if I smiled, whereas someone laughed.
Hi-tech is painful if your cry is hurt
By anonymous self-conscious Internet.
My aching poem’s traveling abroad.
Instead of reading it enjoy “reset”.
Why should one suffer longing through one’s life
Surfing the smelly ooze of people’s souls?
I used to be a girl when I was five.
And what I am? The mist who’s getting cold.
My nail-laquer’s of wild-rose shade,
The sparrow thrills are trembling in inside.
I see me eating bread from dirty plate,
I see me living through the wish to die.