Submissions by toniscales (Lost Girl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am very critical of my own work but I tend to love intensely, and writing is an emotional release and catharsis I can't seem to resist.
DARK POEM
Published
16th Dec 2014 12:35pm
16th Dec 2014 12:35pm
Sponges
(A funeral home poem)
There is something dark and weary in me.
Something bleary-eyed,
in need of rest.
There is something in me
that lingers along with the dead,
something they take
into the ground,
the claustrophobic silence
of their caskets.
I imagine when the lid
is closed, their only
faculty available is smell
and this is rewarded
by the floral soap we use
to cleanse their doll-parts.
It must linger for years,
trapped as it is.
Must permeate skin and dreams,
so porous and soft–-...
There is something dark and weary in me.
Something bleary-eyed,
in need of rest.
There is something in me
that lingers along with the dead,
something they take
into the ground,
the claustrophobic silence
of their caskets.
I imagine when the lid
is closed, their only
faculty available is smell
and this is rewarded
by the floral soap we use
to cleanse their doll-parts.
It must linger for years,
trapped as it is.
Must permeate skin and dreams,
so porous and soft–-...
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