First came the stench, the cloying taste that filled her lungs
The putrid slime oozed from her gums.
Skin that fell off in clumps
As rotting only left her stumps
Dragged heself across the floor
Leaving one arm by the door.
Her nails stayed behind stuck in the ground
Her lips were never to be found.
When the mist becomes green and thick
bad enough to make you sick
Beware the corpse upon the ground
Because her remains were never found
A myth a story was once told to keep man in place
Any day she could come; come to steal away your face.
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