Poetry – The Dead

The dead don't rise
like yeast
or dough
oh no
the dead rise
like a grumpy 
with nails clawing
and voice squalling
from the icy
pits of hell.


34 thoughts on “Poetry – The Dead

      1. Yeah, I’m not sure which is really worse. A fiery hell, or an icy, dark hell. Both would suck. Both play on the deepest fears of humans, which is why they are often explored in underworld mythologies.

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