As if walking―
in cyberspace, searching
for you.

I want to ask you
to give back my tears―
which were shed,
on murder beach.

What renunciation―
you need, living in the shell
of a mollusk?

You don't want to―
be found. O destiny, goddess
of ciphers― tell me,

why did this happen?
Your silence opening the
blood trails?

My branded poem still weeps.