Mummy’s Curse. A poem.

Stricken with
A mummy’s curse
To waste away
To slough and spurt

As bodies melt
Into emptiness
Prognosis lost
And second best

A life lived short
And lost again
A sea of pain

This mummy’s curse
Will take you down
And leave you wanting
In the ground

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Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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