HauntedA Poem by Alli CGrief, loss, and decay - the power of relationships and the way they affect self worthI. If I die serpents will pry venom from my lips gently tuck their scales beneath my spine; ethereal bodies wrapped around my neck so tightly they tear the branches from my eyes and scatter them as ash. Spectral mourning will seep from my skin and drift into yours. II. The same sun will beckon you at dawn but it will be my ribs that bind and tether you to the posts entwined in the fibers of my flesh. you will try to sleep but the tortured contours of my frame will taunt you, staining your sheets, your walls, the stitches in your pockets. III. Traces of my blood are caked beneath your nails matted and tangled in the roots of your hair crystallized like liner beneath the edges of your eyes every time you beg them to close. IV. When I am solely bones, dust, hostility echos against a shrouded sky; woven in the furrowed edges of withering blades of grass the pigments and prints left on your lips will never wash out despite the bleach you use to drown my image; how your tongue simmers and shrieks while you scrub until your hands are cracked and bleeding© 2014 Alli C |
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Added on June 13, 2014 Last Updated on June 13, 2014 Tags: poem, poetry, haunted, abandonment, grief Author
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