The exquisite corpse has risen again… cold feet swing free of the binding shrouds that have held him and he once again feels terra firma gripping his bony toes. It calls him to return, but he resists. Instead, he stretches long angular limbs, tearing loose the gauze and bandages. Eyes blazing, he looks to the mirror to see what we have made. Our creation draws breath and our lovely corpse lives.
Thank you to everyone who contributed lines for our Halloween edition of exquisite corpse. This poem has been created by a group of poets dedicated to bringing dark poetry to playful life. Tomorrow I’ll be posting the winner of the special necklace containing real dirt sustainably harvested from Edgar Allan Poe’s original grave site—the perfect lucky charm for horror writers.
For now, enjoy this dark day and what we’ve created… Happy Halloween and a blessed Samhain! We will do this again in November.