Regrettably I know huge swarths of Emily Dickinson by heart. 479:Because I could not stop for death, has always bothered me
This parody would work better a little longer (something needs to be said about her bloody tippet for a start) , but I'm racing to catch up with the prompts.
Because I Could not stop for Death
Because I could not stop for Death
I became a zombie bride --
And spent the rest of time
Riding shotgun by his side
The horses heads went onwards
Racing towards the sun
He repeated every joke he knew
-- Each and every one
Forever dragged forever
I bored of him -- he tired of me
I wish I'd chosen quiet death
-- Not this eternity
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