Sleepless Night. By Liu Xia
(translated by oswald)
A sleepless night,
She prepared the murk with venom splling all over.
Hailstones, razor sharp, are streaming through her blood.
Amongst the prosperous, flourishing, brocaded crowd of people,
Her vicious vision gazed firmly
at every tiny spot, so quietly
growing, slowly maneuvering, pervading.
That certain thing inside her body
has long gone and withered,
The most distinguished words are already dead.
For many times, new lives were surrendered
with the grandiose and glory that come with it.
She is in fear, in the sunlight, that pair of
small, exposed hands of the baby.
She can see that they have become ropes,
good for hanging, and
in a vertical falling momentum declaring to the people of the world:
" This woman, she is a lunatic."