My Intestines Are Falling Out

I awake to find me floating
Down the River of Souls
Just spinning, sinking, drowning
And growing old.

‘I’m quite alright, can’t you see?’
Comfortable complacency…
These passing years have sparked a hint
That I remain indifferent.

I drift alone with uneasy feelings
As my eyes behold a flood
Of living, breathing, screaming souls;
A thinness ranks within my blood.

‘I’m quite alright, can’t you see?’
Comfortable complacency…
These passing years have sparked a hint
That I remain indifferent.

 

I started swimming
Racing for my life against the flood;
Dead faces grinning
Reaching out as I withhold their blood.
I failed to notice
The spark of life leaving the souls,
But before they expired
They struck my belly open
And my intestines were dangled and wired.
A final hope: I cried for home,
And as death now hacks its way downstream
The souls show me a truth that feels so cold;
But I can’t seem to remember for the life of me…

The river leads to the doors of heaven
But they are bound shut
And none of the screaming souls
Will enter all because of their rut.

‘I’m quite alright, can’t you see?’
Comfortable complacency…
These passing years have sparked a hint
That I remain indifferent.

There is nothing to fear.
 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I really liked this one. A great read!!!! You evoke the eeriness of the experience very well with your words and paint a frightening and tantilizing picture.