The hiring of a corpse bride while in the state of decomposition.A Poem by andrew mitchell
How lucky was he,
when the apparition in white dressed for the night descended on desires raised. After all, he was dead, his corpse decomposing to the composition dead love while he waits on discovery; from the perils of living lonely.... his pet barks.
© 2017 andrew mitchell |
Stats
64 Views
Added on August 5, 2017 Last Updated on August 5, 2017 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

Flag Writing