Corpse Love

You smile your winning smile,
Your lips a glistening red,
But I see them peel outwards,
Because for months you have been dead.
Your arms clasp mine affectionately,
Guiding me to our bed,
The flesh sloughs off in rabid ribbons,
The nightmare rocks my head.
You hold me close to your body,
The pustules strain and break,
Your putrid flesh stains and revolts me,
And forms a rancid lake.
I can see through your desiccated skull,
Your head is void of matter,
Your skin is marred and marked and mottled,
From your death throe’s splatter.
You repulse me, but I’ll remain,
Our love is just a lie,
What we had has been long dead,
But with fortitude I’ll get by.
I know you’ve been sleeping elsewhere,
I’ll continue because I must,
Until I can leave with impunity,
Then all you’ll see is dust.