Quarantine


One afternoon that day,
You said goodbye to him silently,
Like that afternoon,
There has been no bleeding before.
Ten years, one bed, two pillows,
At night, leave the border,
You and she
Two heads on a pillow,
There is still some space left,
On a pillow.
That's how you and he,
How long have you been twisting like a vine,
You two.
Today that afternoon came.
The most messy, careless,
I didn't feel that way in that room. As beautiful as your twig,
I haven't seen the tips of my fingers so far.
And the uninhabitable house of the human race,
You raised your...