Noise

The King, after X-Queen's death.

Her corpse seems to be corrosive.

Instead of sinking into the earth,

It sinks in under her.

 

She's a curse.

Those who see her decomposed body,

Their eyes burn with tears

That they don't understand,

because they didn't understand her.

 

It makes me sick.

She didn't belong, and if she did,

It was for monster blood

In her veins.

 

She took Sunday,

And she corrupted it, with her bashfulness,

With her secrets.

 

I know now

What her secret is, I get it.

She said she wasn't quiet.

Indeed, she still isn't.

 

As I stand

Over her bones, I still hear her.

She still whispers in my ear.

Quiet, but disturbingly loud

For someone dead.

 

I'll sit on my throne,

Gazing at nothing, listening to noise,

And her hushed voice will overtake the symphony

That encases me.

 

She tells me something.

Something frightening, but I don't believe it.

She exists no more.

 

There is a feeling

About her body, her grave, untouched,

Feels more than empty,

Like air itself is missing, as the corpse's aura.

 

I would argue

That the worm-rotten flesh,

Rat-trodden skin,

Clean-picked bones

Were never human,

If I didn't possess the memory

Of killing the girl myself.

 

Fairy-scum!

Beast-bride!

Brightly burning witch!

But, maybe, before I killed her,

I could have stolen just a kiss...

Author's Note

Maybe there is something about the King that regrets killing her... But he's not familiar with Immortality, or persistent queens.

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

... why am I so bitterly attracted/attached to your Sunday poems?? I love it:)
fairy-scum.. maybe he should have stolen that kiss lol

[Lindsey]

Maby there are a few unspoken words of his heart in which cause him to regret what he has done.

[dreaming dame]

NICE!!! lol, do I know about the monster blood?? I loved the stanza 'bout I know now what her secret is... sweet!!! Don't you love Sunday's characters?? So, poetic.

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I feel like I have come into a story mid way through! But it's a kick arse poem! deliciously dark

[Darien Don]

This is like a whirlpool of words coming together to make this into a poem. Each word is beautifully placed. The last stanza is amazing. The tug-a-war between disgust and love is brilliant :)