Poem: Dying animals


Nightmares turned into poetry.

Dying Animals

A blood bath
A hotel room
An exotic food restaurant
Wallpaper with golden flowers
Velvet furniture

Dying animals
Glass eyes
Life was leaving the body
They are shivering
They are still alive inside this bowl
Eat them, she said with a fake smile

I thought about death
Bleeding walls
A sweet memory of you
The bathroom was mint green
A tiny window

Dying animals
How can I get rid of the bodies?
No one must know
That I’m here

Glass eyes
Life is leaning
The flesh is glowing
The room is hot
The blood is boiling

Brother, are you there?
1 (one), 2 (two), 3 (three)
Dying animals
I’m dreaming about death
I woke up

Published by Cherry Adam

Moody experimentalist. Hypersensitive & Noir moments Poetry, Essays & Sound Experimentation Freelance Music Journalist

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