Corpse Poem by Bryony Sheldon
Corpse
Your blank eyes-
They send chills down my spine
As they twitch and spasm,
I lock up, feeling petrified.
Your spine is protruding
From your deflated chest.
Ichor and blood mingle
With the oozing, cold, abscess.
My stomach feels empty-
Your skull is split in two
And is hanging together by a thread
Of your scalp. I fear you:
A mockery of life itself,
A chronic nightmare of no soul,
You are for what, not whom,
Those bronze bells doth toll.
I was in shock after literally avoiding my death by a hair's breadth.
And then I saw the smoking wreck.
I could not tell the gender or any specific features of the driver as they were mangled beyond anything that resembled human form.
Their head had pelted into the window frame (I don't know the technical word for it) of the car door, severing their head into two halves, causing brain matter to sop underneath them. The halves was barely attached together by a small piece of skin.
Some of their muscles were having soft spasms/ twitches, as were their eyes.
I threw my guts up and passed out.
A mockery of life itself, A chronic nightmare of no soul, horribe description........ to the point which you like to convey...... thank u dear poe.t tony
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4/25/2024 1:56:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Of no soul! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.