Electric Corpse

Electric Corpse

A Poem by Cassidy Mask

With hands that shake

And eyes wide with fear

I flick the switch

And watch your corpse

As it twitches, alive

With electricity

 

Your eyes open

And their clouded irises

Are a shock

Blank white

Staring out at me

From the face I loved

 

Your mouth twitches

And you open it suddenly

Stretching your tongue

And lips

After so much stillness

It is grotesque to watch

 

Your tongue is black

Lips blue

And I gag silently

The blood draining from

My numb face

 

The movement

Draws your attention

And you turn your monstrous face

Towards me

Staring blindly

Skin twitching uncontrollably

 

And as I stare at the hideous stranger

Before me

I realise I’ve made a mistake

 

Dead fingers reach up

Cracking loudly

And you breathe in

A great rattling breath

 

Fear claws at my throat

As your hands reach out

To do the same

And with a howl

Of anguish

I kill you again

Pulling the plug on your

Electric corpse

© 2010 Cassidy Mask


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EMP
bloody hell. my first reaction was fear. i was actually scared by this poem! but it's amazing, it's really good, the imagery is brilliant and I love this bit:

Fear claws at my throat
As your hands reach out
To do the same
And with a howl
Of anguish
I kill you again

cripes. it's chilling, and it rhymes. chilling rhyme.

pure brilliance. i'm jealous.

Posted 14 Years Ago


First reaction ERGHHHHH....then ummm well you are amazing at imagery and describing things and painting a picture etc! But ummm yeah, pretty yucky to be honest!

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Cassidy Mask
Cassidy Mask

Singapore



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I'm at art college in Singapore. "...I never heard them laugh. They had, Instead, this tic of scratching quotes in air - like frightened mimes inside their box of style, that first class carriag.. more..

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A Poem by Cassidy Mask