pretty morbid
by Jordan McElheran
6:31 am
up late— not early...
it's like the day of the dead
'cause all i see is you cadaver
lips so spicy and limbs cool
as ice so frigid is it 'cause the ground is
cold or the night air
corpse
your flesh melts from your bones
beautifully but not with heat
not like other things melt i
can see your wonderful cheekbones
that smile so bright and warming
despite the cold rot that covers
your face
you smell like lavender
and sulphur
like a doll with makeup just
pretend your image is ghostly
your smile mostly skeletal
sends shivers down my
back but hot blood through my heart and
i wonder do your last words still
linger on the fragments of lip that managed to hang on
and what is it like for your heart to stop
beating but such questions are rude i suppose
so you can go off on your way now before the
sun comes up and you turn to dust
we can give you
flowers if you like marigolds
to leave on your grave
