Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25458443-20171119010412

I wake up to a foul smell,

As wrought up by some rotten hell,

And open up my eyes to see,

A corpse, eyes likewise facing me,

Encased inside a skin-like sheath.

The body, insects writhing through

The cords and wires wrapped into,

And tied up to the ceiling, where

Its gaunt and ugly face does glare,

At me who stares in fear, beneath.

Beneath the beddings, I did yell,

To feel the body as it fell,

For with a snap the wires gave,

And dropped the body from its grave,

To crush my body underneath.

His mangled face to mine does press,

And sends my stomach to my chest.

And by the beating of my heart

I feel his molded lips depart,

Revealing rotten teeth, beneath.  