Crocodile tears dry up within eyes
Evaporated
Eviscerated
Harden and crystallise
Into salt
Left behind to sting and burn
Or run, bitter, into gaping wounds
The sting of salt
Against the rubbery empty veins
Lunge forward
And crawl like a hell hound
On your fingertips
Bent backwards
Spittle flying from rabid jaws
Like it’s trying to speak
Is that a smile, or a grimace of pain?
Hook your claws into your collarbone
And scrape and pull and drag
Like you’re trying to pull yourself apart
Lift up on your wrists
They snap
Your arms break
Dissolve into black tar
Festering sores like slimy fat leeches
Crawl across pallid flesh
A beautiful hideous performer
A dance macabre
Cries in the night
From souls that are already damned
I wish
I could help
More than anything
I wish I could save you
But how do you save something that’s already dead?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it, was it inspired by " Sweet Sorrow, A Zombie Ballet? In any case, you have a way with words.