Ververent Veils

Tattered dresses

blow anthems in the fog,

marry me, monsters–

cherish black roses,

the exhausting beauty here.

 

Take in cheap breaths

and inches off the waist,

lovely corpse lady–

class is your first name.

 

Wrap whole mouths around my claws,

watch my teetering veils–

the undead notion,

fall in love all over again.

 

Spoils goes the wine,

fools of bone on autumn night clear–

flap gums of beastly dialect,

thank the dead pretty.