Maggots squirm where once your eyes were
your cyanotic skin, so lovely
as now your body begins to swell.
Gleaming opalescent bone peeks through the
blood-flower lace over your pretty hands.
[the rats have been at you again]
Oh my darling bride, I will
keep you with me always
in this crushed-purple room...
The razor fine slits on your wrists
have blackened, peeled back
upon your mottled blue arms.
[the maggots writhe in there, too]
Your cracked indigo lips have parted
to expose your worm-ridden tongue.
No bittersweet lies from you now
death is the ultimate truth...
The rancid-sweet perfume of corruption
permeates the air around you.
The azure-ashen color of your cheeks
as pretty as the blush they once held.
[your wedding dress is stained, my love]
Your mouth has begun retracting,
taking on the rictus of death -
your lips feel like icy marble
when I kiss them now.
You taste of the dust of the grave...
Mine, to have and to hold,
in all your decaying glory,
forever!
Author notes
I think I'm just in an H.P. Lovecraft frame of mind right now...
A contest entry
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Comments
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wow very interesting. so i am guessing that either someone killed her on her wedding night and the guy was really sick in mind to keep her or she died and he dressed her up in her wedding gown. (i think it's the first one) very cool though
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whoa, this was just out there a bit but whoa it was good, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest, i would hate to be the one who sparked this
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WOW CRASH! THIS IS SO GOOD I CAN HAARDLLY STAND IT
ALSO SCAREY IN SPITEFULL SORT OF WAY. maggots in his eyes, awee man, lots of spite, buckets and buckets.
No bittersweet lies from you now
death is the ultimate truth...
The rancid-sweet perfume of corruption
permeates the air around you.
The azure-ashen color of your cheeks
as pretty as the blush they once held.
[your wedding dress is stained, my love]
Your mouth has begun retracting,
taking on the rictus of death -
your lips feel like icy marble
when I kiss them now.
You taste of the dust of the grave...
Mine, to have and to hold,
in all your decaying glory,
forever!
this is so gorgeous and nasty and mean, and like, soooooo well deserved. This, my darlings , is darkest humor and scarey spite at its absolute lovely best. I JUST ADORE THIS THING. ABSOLUTLY LOVE THIS.
,,,Danni
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Beautiful & Grotesque
Wow, this is glorious in its grotesqueries! Your word choice and descriptions truly are something wont of Lovecraft; a proper homage, I'd say. Again, I go back to the word choice and the imagery, every sense was appeased and catered to in this poem, tended to well, might I add. I could see, feel, smell, and taste every single aspect of the grave, of this "exquisite corpse" (to use a borrowed term). The piece flowed well, and certainly kept my interest all the way through.
Overall, I loved the poem. This is seriously what I had been looking for all night long. A straight-up horror poem, something to do Horror justice. Thank you for the great poem, and I look forward to reading more of your work in the future!
~Gabreon~
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bravo!
oh my. this piece... is just terriffic. so deliciously dark. im a huge fan of dark poems. this is wonderful. u r so very talented!
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This is very dark and morbid...and it's just how I like it! Very good write and good luck in the contest
love alwayz and foreva
~~SK~~
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