Dead Uncle Earl Poem by Rachael LoudFingers

Dead Uncle Earl



This temporary madness
A simple sinful grin
Freezes the heart
And widens the eyelids
Smile of crooked pearls
Breathe of deceased flesh
Chatters the bones
And pierces the chest
Nails that will slice
Swollen fists will fight
The fear has risen
Beneath weeded grave
Given all my respects
There's no need to stay

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