dry current
When I was a little girl, I made a bargain with a vintner.
I told him he could have my heart, as long as I could have my pen.
Now, every so often, I hear the shattering of glass in the distance.
And as for my pen, it awaits by the bottle to be filled by the ink that drips from my chest.
Inconvenienter dum essem, solitudinem meam adamavi.
Sola ma- nus a meipso venit solatium cupiam.
Noli me, dilecte mi, laedere, nam iam laceratus sum.
Inter manum meam et cor meum semper erit linea.
Etsi Deo propinquior esse non potui.
Non ero in aeternum dolor.
Non ero in aeternum dolor.