Candy Apple Red

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Erotic Horror  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


I'm so sorry, but the morgue is closed,
but send in the twilight so that I can see,
where has the bouquet of pine cones gone,
by way of the cadavers in the breeze,
and I'm indisposed with a tube in my shoulder.

As I lay here on a slab of marble,
waiting for a formaldehyde needle,
all dressed up in my johnny coat,
with a tag on my toes, "Oh Tweedle Dee!"
just south where the casket lays.

Because I'm decomposing from within,
this decor depresses me so,
open the shutters, fumigate the air,
and part my hair with a saw,
painting my toenails candy apple red.

I'm so sorry, but the morgue is closed,
I will take a dose of morphine before I pee,
waiting for the formaldehyde needle,
all dressed up in my johnny coat,
with a cork up my ass.


Submitted: July 03, 2021

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