A poem inspired by The Corpse Bride :)


1. Corpse

Evicting spineless communities
off my burial best,
sly wiggler's squirming
touring my milky pressed gown,
their ringlet tails snagged
within guillotine lace loops,
in showers they're forced out
tumbling into death's
cool mattress,
where my body's still imprinted
dirt moulded to this ragged
frame of mine,
must 'ave slept
for at least forty years -
my poor vertebrae's all crooked!
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