As I polluted myself
I felt nothing...
A new entity had invaded my body
Whispers again inside my contorted head
We are split itno three separates:
One cursing witchcraft through glreaming teeth
One running round the room screaming manically
And then there's me, in the corner of the ceiling
wondering whose body to jump into
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the ending. This is a great poem to read again and again. Line 6, Word 5: should 'glreaming' be 'gleaming'?