Cadaver

Black lace - the spool she threads

through the careful eye of the needles head.

She works her hands; she fingers, she mends.

How stately she weaves the lips of the dead.

 

Her body is pale as the flesh she stitch;

her body is cold as this wretched witch.

A twist, and a curl; her smile unfolds.

With that devious grin, she fumbles - a glitch.

 

She tinkers, she tankers to the melodious sound

of the silence - ceased breath - of the carcass unbound.

She caresses his face and washes his brow.

She kisses his lips as he passes the ground.

 

She walks to the counter; a vile, transparent,

takes victim its captors - its poison apparent.

 

She pours but a drip - this drink they both share.

She swallows by death - the weight of sin they bare.

Reviews

[MIngram]

Creepy. Great descriptive language, but to me, was a bit off-putting.