Creepo Mortician Who Loved the Graveyard Shift
The lighting - it was over-bright
above the table where she lay,
her skin dead cold but lovely white.
The lighting -it was over-bright,
He loved work best alone at night.
With corpses he could have his way.
The lighting - it was over-bright
above the table where she lay.
Written June 19, 2016
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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