Death, Cheated (2)
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
Perhaps, indeed, without his fell permission,
The rotting won't have started. I'll be still
In freshly-killed condition--insects all
Will have been turned away, to their confusion;
The moss and lichens hampered in their work,
The stomach acids still contained intact,
Unable to dissolve their fleshly jar.
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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Grossness...but again, I think it interesting to ponder if Death missed a death.
- #1807 Posted 3 years ago
Inspired by (sequel to):
And when my time comes for a nat'ral death,
Some future era of our shared, shamed land,
I hope and f…Death, Cheated (1)
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