She had on the last remaining shreds
Of Lady Godiva’s evening wear
When she was embalmed in that dress
Was when she was at her happiest
All of the ways you want to be
Intimidated by someone
He felt for her in those scraps of cloth
She was the dustiest set of bones
He had beheld this side of the KV35
And in not one moment later
He surmised there was no other option
But to make her his wife
He had on his hand made reaping robes
Wove from the black spots in the souls
He had been collecting for the state
Since stage work had dried up as of late
The new wave of horror films had stopped
Wanting for skeletal actors
And Starbucks was for the charlatans
Fortunately for him she thought
He was the sootiest pile of cartilage
She had beheld this side of Sedlec
And in not one moment later
Elected to defect with the soul collector
For the rest of all time
They were happy
For a while
How long
She couldn’t say
They talked of doing television again in the cemetery
Then it was just okay
Their stillborn died and they couldn’t have been happier
But when it wouldn’t stop creaking
They turned to fighting
Then he started saying vapid millennial phrases
To try and incite the young skeletresses
To undress in the back room of the domicile
He shared with her in the wrong way round now upside down up down upside down turnaround
The skeletress has disposed
Of her left hand ring finger
In the wasteland behind her building
The skeletress disposed of her left hand in it’s entirety
She will not be needing it for the rest of her eternity