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Reincarnating Death
written by Lothiriel02:43 AM 12/18/04It stood before us, she and I
Four posters and a rail of jagged wood
Supposedly inches of white sheets
cornering in the blood
And it sprayed
as we dug
through limbs that were growing
Some ripped clean, toothed
growing as frass would through the mass
of endless white
And how it soaked up the screams
embedded beneath
And we dug
through bodies of chaos,
but not of decay , no
They grew here among the white
The fingers danced their way skyward
Knees grew from the bed,
ending with warped feet
Beneath the mass of hair
from the head that sprung next door
The demented lady yes she was something spastic
She made us dig
beneath the layers of living flesh and bone
And she was ever watching
Like two surgeons wading through the aftermath
of a horrific massacre
The spades donned our right hands
As we dug through the soft, fleshy sheets
that gave way instantly beneath the pressure
Blood bubbled as water would
if you could imagine
spraying up to streak our faces
and marred our hands and gowns
It was something else, digging arms up
from an earth
as you would carrots in fields of green
Then we found him, her son
Burried deep beneath, cloaked in a clear plastic
All that remained of him
could not be much more than that of a ball of flesh
No bones, no teeth
The blood pooled around the bag as we stared
His eyes stared back at us, dead eyes
yet somehow horrifically alive
pleading to be found
What a tale to tell
forcefully digging through a bed of bodies in pieces
bodies growing
to mark the place where her dead son's remains
demanded of us all
to never be forgotten |
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©2004 Loth Roxx Writings
One of my many wicked dreams...
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