Her corpse hath risen from the dead
The grave’s no place to lie her head
She came to live with me instead
She slumbers in her morning lace
Then through the night, the grounds she’ll pace
So I wear garlic just in case
Her skin is rotting off, I swear
Can see the flakes throughout her hair
I hope she keeps it in her lair
Her decomposing-carcass-scent
Comes wafting down the hallway vent
I guess, at least, she’s paying rent
© All Rights Reserved Caroline Adele O’Brien
enjoyed your dark humor
I had to laugh…so creepy! Good one, Caroline.