Can you see them?
There beyond the trees.
Beyond the sky and the soil.
Beyond the leaves and the sunlight.
They hang suspended,
frozen.
Unmoving.
Cold.
Feet dangling and arms stilled.
Can you hear them?
Their voices carry,
tilting the world to the side,
then careening it back ever so slightly.
A lullaby is what they sing, so soft.
So sweet.
Their tone carries for miles yet their words,
they are lost so soon.
Only when you step beneath their bodies do they speak.
Can you talk to them?
Their words move slowly
through the waves of time.
[for they are far beyond]
Each syllable flows within the next seamlessly.
It's hypnotic, their music.
Lilting and tilting and they listen so well.
No screams will startle nor sobs force their tears.
Minutes turn to hours as they sing so quietly
that it fills your mind with dripping syllables.
Can you feel them?
Fungus covered fingers that caress gently
(oh so gently)
on your cheek to tilt up your face.
Orb-less eye sockets stare into your soul,
the soul you bared amid the music that kissed your ears.
Soft touches of light seem to close your eyes.
Something—heavy is slipped onto your neck.
Something—scratchy rubs along your throat.
Something—painful is tugged up.
Up.
Up.
Until you too hang suspended,
frozen.
Unmoving.
Cold.
Feet dangling and arms stilled.
Voice soft and resonant.
Fingers covered in fungus and eyes missing.
Waiting oh so patiently for another
To see.
To hear
To touch.
Can you see us?
YOU ARE READING
When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
