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by Johnny Crimson

Extra skin that would just
fold over my fingernails
A little something to cover up
the holes in my face

The cracks that line this firefox
exterior
are begging to be burned

I'm in the rain just staring

Middle of her street
Something like Mulberry or Maple
No Dead Mans Turn and no Hell Valley
This was epitome

Dug a hole under her house with
just plain pain
Followed the pipes to a crack
in the foundation

Here I saw a ghost
Typical neck slit type
Your average Joe in ghosts really

He did the one handed Jedi wave
with a face that said "She was worth every second."

Head half cocked to the left I think I saw her
pair of heels thrown into the dryer
as she hopped on top and straddled her Maytag
Convulsing and twitching when she finished
I watched her slide to the floor

04/29/2008

Posted on 04/30/2008
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/30/08 at 03:20 AM

Heh. Good last stanza. Hell of an image.

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