Molten sunrise creeps over porcelain,
Rising, malodorous coagulate,
Etiolate washes down albumen,
Sulphur chasing CO2 precipitate.
Homeostasis hangs in the balance,
Fields of alveoli gasping for breath.
Haunted by nystagmus; eyes fixed to trance,
Fingers snatching at the corners of death.
Entangled dendrites squander wits and guile,
Nephrons asphyxiating in the dust.
Active gall bladder haemorrhaging bile,
In shadows of vomit and self-disgust.
One night of fun, and now you're moribund,
Water is your drink of choice, from now on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved it. Very nicely said...........