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Rotting flesh reaching out.
Dead man's fingers, from a drought.
Eyeless skull, staring back at me.
Empty holes, black, that equal three.
Torn off clothes, with gashes and cuts.
Ripped open stomach, hanging out guts.

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by Colwyn


This poem is a wonderful treat. It is so dark and kinda creepy which makes it just that more awesome.

Just dropping a line to let you know how much I liked this piece. Keep up the good work.


( Posted by: Drastine [Member] On: September 4, 2002 )

Corpse Dance
I like this poem quite a bit, Colwyn. It reminds me of the old 1950's pulp horror comics (some of which were, in fact, extremely grisly and well-written). Regardless, it conjures up a world I love to write about, and that is always a good thing.


(p.s. For a nice little example of what some of the aforementioned pulp horror comics were like, I recommend picking up a copy of Alan Moore's illustrated epic 'Watchmen'. It's a good read to boot. -BG)

( Posted by: Beckett Grey [Member] On: October 7, 2002 )

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