With edge-rusted nails I dig deep
This brown and hard earth
That’s covering your final lying place
With each digging movement I make
I release a roar of madness
It echoes around this graveyard
Ringing songs of sadness
I throw dust, dirt, tears around
As I move my arms frantically to dig
My face is contorted with anger
Sickening blind memories
Finally reaching the wooden tomb
With a force of mad- mind I uncover your face
There, lying the reason of my disgrace
How I hate the expression on your dead lips
Though these you have no more
A corpse of a devil is sleeping here
I pick your bones and lick them
Tasting the remains of your rotten flesh
Silence
Then…. Crack
I break your bones and eat the brain
Tasty, oh tasty revenge
For you’ve died and left to rest
Leaving me in the shame of being me
How could you
Bury alive my little baby?
Author notes
Just another try with dark poems. I had the thought of a digging grave for a while now.
A mother who seeks revenge from her dead husband because he killed his daughter when she was just an infant.
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Holy sweet lord...this is dark and freaky...I was really traumatized...but also spellbound. The images you placed in my mind will not soon be forgotten.
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Well done sis!
This IS very dark... I LIKE IT
. Well done. This left me thinking and actually made me somewhat sad. Great poem.
Your sister,
Sydney
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Intense
Dark indeed. attemp - accomplished.
Well written.
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Oh my! This was dark indeed. But very wondefully penned. I like the words you used here. And the imagery was just whoa! The flow was very good!
"With each digging movement I make
I release a roar of madness
It echoes around this graveyard
Ringing songs of sadness"
^^ This was my favorite stanza!! I absolutely loved it. Good work
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My dear god! Insane!!! Amazing! Sickening! Somehow, I think this has a history to it, like how people in I think the 16th century would bury their daughters alive because the women would mean that the family's a disgrace. Beautiful, and lovely.
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