'After life'

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'

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Tim Derr's picture

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