Miss Cataleu

This is an older poem I found in my files. Many apologies for the lack of updates. Life's been stressful.

Miss Cataleu is waiting for you
To brush her straw-like hair
Bristles drawn and tangles on
The worst a girl can bear

Miss Cataleu is waiting for you
To wash her leather face
Wrinkles deep as eyelids creep
With maggots set in place

Miss Cataleu is waiting for you
To paint her ashen lips
Sweet as blood and honeydew
While tongue betwixt them slips

Miss Cataleu is waiting for you
To take her to the ball
Dress her in her finest silks
While spiders weave and crawl

Miss Cataleu is waiting for you
To tuck her into bed
But if you kiss her ruby lips
She'll gaurantee you're dead

Miss Cataleu is waiting for you
To rouse her from her sleep
But what is a girl ever to do
When insects eat too deep


Miss Cataleu by Ashton J. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.