A Dead Widow
Somehow, you retain your class
amid dense, putrefying gas
amid dense, putrefying gas
as you rest, rigid and reposed,
your skin, darkened and decomposed.
Smiling behind your bloodstained veil,
writhing maggots feast, full and pale,
as empty sockets drill their gaze
into my soul for days and days.
I never realized on that date,
you’d become my deceased soulmate,
So quiet yet so well-mannered,
Your crime scene, unchalked and bannered
But then suddenly, your skin slips
Off your bones, your body drips
into black pools of brackish tears
like dams held for a thousand years.
your skin, darkened and decomposed.
Smiling behind your bloodstained veil,
writhing maggots feast, full and pale,
as empty sockets drill their gaze
into my soul for days and days.
I never realized on that date,
you’d become my deceased soulmate,
So quiet yet so well-mannered,
Your crime scene, unchalked and bannered
But then suddenly, your skin slips
Off your bones, your body drips
into black pools of brackish tears
like dams held for a thousand years.
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