Ghost Mittens
By day the funeral parlor is a peaceful place.
It smells of lilies, and the lights are low,
and tasteful music plays in the background.
A gray cat with two white paws and a curiously forked tail
sleeps serenely on the rose-printed couch.
By night the funeral parlor is not so quiet
when the cat slips her white mittens onto a man’s corpse
and watches the ghostly tom rise from the dead flesh.
She leads him on a wild romp through the wilting lilies and,
in the morning, pretends innocence.
Thank you!
October 15 2009, 18:28:18 UTC 11 years ago
Re: Thank you!
October 16 2009, 01:10:09 UTC 11 years ago