The Grave


United States
42° 20' 14.37" N, 83° 29' 46.8852" W

Leave me
As the stinking flesh melts off the body of its unfortunate host.
Rain falls upon your dripping locks.
Blood pools around your sodden feet;
Or is it rain?
No one knows.
My grave is not marked.
Not even in your still beating heart.
The lantern in your freckled hand falls to the overindulged green.
Glass shatters.
Reds and umbers engulf the gluttons.
This fire fears none and takes all.
Now your grave is unmarked in their hearts and mine.
Nothing lives in a place like this.





Wow. I love that I kept reading. This began sounding dark to me but as I read it really did turn into something my mind ran with. That's amazing! Keep doing what you're doing :)


Oh thank you! :) that means a lot. I'm so glad I got feedback...and good feedback at that!

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