Justyna Krawiec "Hard porn unicorn" pol-ang (wiersz)

He got the things clear and vanished through the doors
it doesn’t matter to her. Said wake up. He stayed calm.  
Now she sleeps alone as if she slept with stones
 
She ate the fresh fruit, the juice that she absorbed.
Counting birds in wedges since someone made aware
Since he got things clear then vanished through the doors
 
Determined by the streets wants town to wear her clothes
Seeks him and doesn’t find, he cannot be discerned
She learns to sleep alone as if she slept with stones.
 
She seems to trust nobody, her body turned to weals
She knows, he did as such, he shined when hurt to bones
He vanished through the doors after explaining things.
 
And no one follows her, in no hands she finds home
She knows others remind, how he got slack, how fell
Prefers sleeping alone to sleeping with these stones.

He got the things clear or vanished through the doors
He promised things in bed, then got her by the balls
She can cry, can scratch, fight with her own thoughts
she will sleep alone as if she slept with stones