Poèmes de la Grotte
Poème 10
Counting rice. Counting people. Counting the hours I have left. I pray for the sky to open up a hole and swallow me. I crawl like a fetus and cry....
Poème 10
Counting rice. Counting people. Counting the hours I have left. I pray for the sky to open up a hole and swallow me. I crawl like a fetus and cry....
