Dipping frantic fingernails
into earth mist soil
Hardened and clay like rock
Ignoring the pain
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'
Gabby, this is so eerily forlorn in its macabre setting.
I sit here and view a delineation of the sanity line and wonder how easy it is to just tilt your head forward to move through it.
This certainly has affect. ~Tim