Decaying Bride
Coldness prickles my feet
The winter morning is no joking matter
If you have no means to eat or a place to sleep
The twigs crackle crackle crackle
Beneath my chest, as I stay frozen and laid to rest
No hushed hymns to whisper “Goodbye”
They walk all over me, and over me and over me
Never seen. Never heard.
Walk over me, over me, over…with no reason
To hear a “Goodbye” would put me to me rest
and fill me with warmth
Like mother’s secret chicken broth
To taste a “Goodbye” at the tip of my tongue
Like silk smooth milk
Gliding down the lung
At last, no “Goodbye” my child,
Too much hidden and beguiled
I step into the carriage, one final look again
And make my way
Endless sleep envelopes me
And cradles me away
The horses with eyes of flame
Leave no mark
And go off into the abyss
A decaying bride, gone in no bliss