Dipping frantic fingernails into earth mist soil
Hardened and clay like rock
Ignoring the pain and the chill in her bones
Eyes wide and empty
Embracing the stillness of the Grave yard.
Bracken wraps around her limbs, still the digging continues
Wails erupt and swallow the night
She is ethereal, her empty eyes never really see
She is locked in time transported from a moment
Long since past
Remembered only in this solitary place
Like a snap shot she remains suspended
Always beautifully young
Her pale eyes and dark skin
lend ambience to the chilling song
That is her 'After life'
This is ohhh too scary. I like it! Reminds me of vampires, which I like very much. Great work.
Melissa Marina Flores
hee hee people
rising from the
grave blood and
guts nice piece