Poetry Blogs (grimm fandango the day of the dead)
In for a penny, in for a pound; into the casket, into the ground.
it's all bones, down here. it's all dancing and all watching. it's all lipless smiles and the endless, unrelenting sound of a thousand woodwind chimes as we march, weightless, t'ward the incredulous glow of ember.
Hell's a lot more fun than they promised you in catholic school, albeit a little more routine.
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Tuesday 22nd December 2015 1:25 am