This Exquisite CorpseA Poem by p.kuhlcollaboration with victoria @ http://www.writerscafe.org/victoriawd !!Death has ironed out the furrowed brow you always wore It flatlines past your heavy-set blue eyes still, as you lay, caught in the ray from a crack of sun and choking on your swollen tongue, an inchworm drags dead skin sediment on an underbelly then coils in your clavicle like a weary sled-dog would do if he thought he might start your heart again. This exquisite corpse © 2013 p.kuhl |
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Added on February 13, 2013 Last Updated on February 13, 2013 |

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