Pale, chapped lips, licked off the slick of blood, an eternal kiss
Smothered in earth and blackened by time, a lack of any reason
To exhume, and preserve each coat of pearlescent pink;
Slit you gills to stop the drowning feeling, cut you a new smile to
Flirt with death.
Suffocating, bled-out, bed is a grave, grave is a bed,
Whichever, it doesn't matter now, 'cause you're still
Grinning, gaping, freakish as a Jack-o'- Lantern,
Empty as your bloodless jugular, your hollow venous
Shimmering slip of eye like the ocean between those
Swollen lids, the candle inside you did not flicker to
Life with this smile; carved up, closed-casket cadaver,
Forever smiling, screaming in the ground.