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Night Of The Loving Dead

“It’s over” she croaked, choking back sallow tears,

To her lover, aquiver with dread,

“Your perversion has worsened, affirming my fears,

I’ll enable you no further, Ned.”

Ned brushed her pale cheek with his clammy, grey hands,

Gently stroking her dull, thinning hair,

Which promptly fell out into wet, moldered strands,

As his eyes met her cold, lifeless stare.

“Since last spring, when I killed you, increasingly clear

Has the answer become, sweet Amelia,

For, now that I too am dead, technically, dear,

It appears we’ve cured my necrophilia.”

When they kissed, his thin lips fell off into her teeth,

And her jawbone dislodged from her head,

But ’twas plain as the maggots a-wriggling beneath,

Long their love would live on — though undead.

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About abuttercup

I have always had a great respect and admiration for Kermit the Frog.

One response to “Night Of The Loving Dead

  1. Papa Steve ⋅

    A strongly evocative image

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