who art thou?afraid of death
a blush of corpses figment children.
cadaver smile clean teeth toothy grin
brilliant dim. what a cool darkness;
alabaster skin. skirts all aflutter. the promise of
sleep. in her arms. cold. and! marble and, stiff or
waiting. know it, the dirt precisely.piled.

an affront to waxy apathy. sallow lips. clutch my open oral. tongues mixing;

                                                             how
                      it
                                          is
just there
                                                                 whispering

                          and   meticulously granite straight up. some flowers
for it.
maybe??