HORROR Poem: Ode to Leo, by Nathan Hatch

Over the verdant hills we roll,
and down a path I only feign to stroll.
You reach for my hand
an act I find too grand.

My intentions I’ve not made clear,
but calling them weeds was fatal, my dear.
Yellow dots flood the view,
where rot gives way to birth anew.

A dollop of butter perched on top
a decadent smear no slight can stop.
All blanketed in orpiment dread,
you claimed my tastes were always misled.

brightness spreads a cloud of germs
bloated corpse infested by worms.
But let us be clear, you are the one mistaken.
My determination remains resolute and unshaken.

Out here, it’s just us, alone.
I’ve chosen your modest burial stone.
I hear them whisper, Where did Leo go?
I’ll be the only damned soul to know.

Dandelions are no blight
I wrap this cord ever so tight.

brightness spreads a cloud of germs
bloated corpse infested by worms.
But let us be clear, you are the one mistaken.
My preference is resolute and unshaken