Zombistic memories,
awakening from the dead,
ressurecting from the death of time,
those wolves rise to live again
this mental night,
the horrors of my life

with verbal, lethal cannines they
crashed my image,
broke the spine of it’s glitter

those beast have come back
from the swamp of reprehension,
with putrid drool
and putrid claws
with the eternal demonism of cunningness,
uncanny as they were,
their excitement was drooling for
more disgrace of their victim…me

I running, trying to hide my short-comings,
a box of entrails, hidden in the depths of home,
but they demolish my privacy,
and mock them with a grim moonlight
of murderous words,

who would have known,
that at the full moon, real humans
turned to real oral were-wolves,
satisfying their hunger with my weaknesses,
eating my intestines, pancreas and liver,
till they started to drool blood from their hellish mouths,
one of these beats open its great jaws
towards me head,
the world turns black…
                                           By Kakraba Afful