Morticians Daughter


She tasted like death

Formaldehyde

Her perfect skin caked

With makeup pale

Like the dead

Her flaws carefully

Hidden for viewing

Holding her

I smell time

Catching up

Smothering me

Like a rotting rose

Pressed in a bible

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