Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2014
My dear dreadful wife who's dead
Whom tonight lies with me on bed

Don't hold a grudge against me
I swear I didn't push my gliding blade against thee.

It wasn't I who made you bleed
Wouldn you kindly just leave?

Your face is rotten and mangled
This is dosturbing me.
Amy Snow
Written by
Amy Snow  unknown
(unknown)   
319
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems