Nothing Left
I felt like I was eaten by someone, with every last chip of my bones.
I wish I could ask her how am I taste, and want to konw if I still have that chance.
The first part that I lost was my ears, then I can't hear her voice, and any sound of her chewing.
Then she sawllowed my eyes, suddenly, it all turned to darkness. I knew I would never see her again, I knew.
Finally, I stopped struggling, just letting she savor my flesh and blood, as quite as I can.
She was a kind-hearted devourer, a melancholy lover.
She choked, tears filled with slience.
She was afraid of pains, and she said, can't live with this any more.
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This is the third time I am trying to translate this poem.