Midnight in the field of dreams
monotone melodies of nightmares
plague the illusions of my visioned scenes
This place of death
much like home
with the rotting and livid essence
of corpses walking about
splattered with dry blood
calls out to me as I wake with screams
Reasuring myself it was just a dream
As my mother rushes to my side
ready to give love and caress me with a constant eye
I reach for her... confident
it seemed but her flesh was not clean
decomposing beneathe my touch
still i squeezed until she fell apart
covering me with her cold blood
she smoothed my hair singing my favorite song
I looked up to her with a smile
but her jaw became unhinged
falling to my lap
I just laughed
as she fell to pieces
and the sky turned gray
my mother, the corpse, loves me.
my mother loves me.
the corpse loves me.
My mother loves the corpse, me.
Author notes
I have always been told that I look and act so much like my mother, but we drifted away. She is almost dead to me and decaying... Tell me. Does that mean that I am dead too?
In a list
Think about it.
Comments
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I couldn't get through the poem after seeing the picture. Sorry.
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Woah
This was so powerful. The imagery is so vidi... The words in italics at the end are.. wow.. they just set everything right.. This was beautiful. i think you'll find "beaneath" doesn't have an "e" on the end, but otherwise this appeared flawlesss. Great use of vocabulary throughout.
In Love And Light.
Raven.
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Intense, this work screams out with your pain, your heartache. The picture is gruesome and while I get a lil bit how it ties in, is just not needful to use - your words clearly show how you ache. I hope for you.
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wow...that picture's hard to take
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