corpse gas


saucer white eyes
my carcass embalmed
in morphine like solitude
one once asleep has,
again to earth i walk ,
wondering what hunger
would be like
if i had any innards left at all,
having served my incarceration
in wooden box below ground,
it was a hiccup
that startled me,
how could i,
i gulped in air but
no internal gases,
oh hang on
i had those of decay
my breath must stink,
and wanted to cease
this jerking that
made my walk lopsided,
beyond the gates
a town not so familiar
my house someone else’s
stood on clipped lawn
i hiccuped gain more loudly
looked around it was dark
and silent,
are you a monster
i jumped,
looking down at a little girl
who startled me so
and my hiccups stopped,
no i just have wind

poetry, poem , fall

25 thoughts on “corpse gas

  1. ha – good that the hiccups stopped… we say you have to think of three bold-headed people to make it stop smiles… haha..i bet she was happy that you’re not a monster..

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