Unveiled

Layers of silk are
     peeled back,
one by one they crack
     and flake
          away,
reveling the rotten
     organic mass
beneath.
     Blackness,
dries the once
     moist folds
that concealed
     what now
lies exposed.
     Maggots will
devour the
     remainder
          of this.
All that will be left
     is powdered
silk spread
     upon the stain
of me.

Reviews

[Jane]

Wow- this proves that you don't have to have a beautiful subject to write well. I love the grotesque imagery here! It almost sounds like a mummy, though I can't be sure... This is going in my favorites.

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Dark and poignant imagery.
"All that will be left
is powdered
silk spread
upon the stain
of me. "
your use of "all that will be left" instead of " all that is left" made me think, and I don't think I'll solve that any time soon. Wonderful writing. thank you for sharing

[Thomas James Martin]

I love this darkness also, the way you express the wrapping and folding, the silk dust of what seems to me burial wrapping. A compliment: Will have to reread most of your work to appreciate it truly. Another high complent: Envy.

Tom

[Gavin Keary]

Very dark, and I love it! Keep it up, and thanx for the friend request. I hope to read more of your work!


Gavin

[Jason]

Beautifully penned. I love the imagery and the mystery portrayed-
A"ll that will be left
is powdered
silk spread
upon the stain
of me."
Well done. Looking forward to more of your work.