Disconnected Dynamite

They said her name was Grace,
She had poison hair and spiderweb eyes,
She stepped in line with a time bomb's pace,
She stank of perfume and corpse eating flies.

She looked like a curtain,
A phantom, a sheet,
Her voice crackled like tin,
In my bedroom we meet.

One night we were suspended in time,
We went to the beach to watch the pale waves,
Her hair flew about me, she was all mine
On the beaches dead sands did we lay
 
We exploded each other, we flew into space,
Her body on me was a head to a toupée,
Her felt frame was held together with some glue and some lace,
The price was hefty, but I was happy to pay.

Reviews

[Que]

Agree with the other commenters: great poem, it made me laugh. :)

[asdarkeyesclose]

I like the image 'poison hair' and 'spiderweb eyes' and the 'glue and some lace'. Great poem.

[karmax]

lmao...this is a original piece, none quite like i've read, but I enjoyed with a laugh at the end!

[Heartswhispers(Kylie Je..]

Starts out quite dark, but has an element of warped romance and wit to it, an excellent piece. Made me lol.