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A Rose for Emily

Poetry By: dubl

This is based off of a short story I read by the same title. The book is about a lady in the southern united states right after the American Civil War. She's an old maid and tries taking a husband but he won't have her. so she spikes his coffee with arsenic and sleeps with his corpse until the day she dies [about 20-40 years].

Submitted:Jul 3, 2008    Reads: 2,054    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

take this cup and drink it down
the lights fade black and your eyes roll back
i brought you here now sleep and fall
to dust to ashes in my twisted arms

there's a bed upstairs, lay down
i promise you, you'll never escape
This hell
and when the lights flicker i will see you
I just want to be near you
To taste what's under your scars
And you're fused to the mattress
a corpse in a decaying night dress
you should never trust a soul

but i, i can pretend
that this bed doesnt reek
as long as you're with me

but this is life
for one of us
the other is just connected to life
in death
and Emily my baby
my corpse, my lady
you are mine all mine

if you give me one last smile i can promise you
that i'll return it right in vain
cause here in my arms you're never alone
here in my arms you're the exact same
as you were all those years before
when i said

take this cup and drink it down
but the lights fade black and your eyes rolled back
but i brought you here to sleep to fall
to dust to ashes in my twisted arms


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