Never looked so beautiful in life until I died.
Dressed in black,
hair pinned neatly back,
pumped heels and pale skin that was revealed.
Blood all over my body and my face,
we looked like butchered babydolls after the massacre took place.
I looke pretty dead like a zombie princess without any flaws.
Guess what the strangers who drove by said?
They said I look pretty dead.
Girls of the night walking by and scaring everyone alive,
We were beautiful and gorified.
I was ugly until I was eaten alive,
and they got stabbed and we came back all zombified.
Resurected into beauty.
I looked into the mirror and got a glimpse of my head and then I realized:
I look pretty dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem