Beneath...
Beneath a brown duvet, exposed
There’s a corpse now, turning rose
Bones filled with cotton candy
They need a lick to feel the deep.
Frozen ichor into the pipes
Make this carcass look alive!
Beneath the ventral pallidum fibre,
There’s a whisper of a wonder
Beneath these ribs,
Close to the spine
Zephyr pinch...
A string is touched.
C.
#wizoiddesires #darktouch #personalnonsense
You win today's creepy poetry award!
ReplyDeleteThanks John.
ReplyDeleteInteresting choice of words, not surprised to see a 'pinch' in there...
ReplyDeleteI wish I can favorite this somehow.. Pretty awesome piece.
ReplyDeleteSam Collett ikr?? XD
ReplyDeleteDarnell Hamilton merci beaucoup.
ReplyDeleteI actually like my words....haunted by darkness but with a pinch of rose syrup.
ReplyDeleteIt's a lovely poem. Just, when someone who's seen more of people's insides than anyone else on G+ starts writing poetry about disassembled dead people under the couch, spoooooky!
ReplyDeleteMorbid yet still beautiful words. Corina Marinescu thank you for sharing your writing with us.
ReplyDeleteMerci beaucoup Erik :)
ReplyDeleteI heard Vincent Price's voice read every syllable. Superb, sublime, with a macabre and unusual use of layers where normally the layers are in the many meanings here they are the depth of the subject itself… nice.
ReplyDeleteG. Thomas Edwards merci beaucoup for the nice words :)
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