I've been standing here alone for some time now and this funeral has become a vigil without end, without hommage, and by now I'm ankle-deep in mire.
I've been murmuring lullabies for some time now, but the unliving who are not dead and the undead who are not living are not allowed to sleep.
This grave has been empty for some time now and this funeral is just a sham. The body was never buried here and I've only just realized I should mourn.
she/her/they acethetic and paronoid *waves leafy fronds*
Your title is amazing 0.0 And the lines "but the unliving who are not dead / and the undead who are not living"... just !! <3 Really strong start, Stringbean! c:
this thread is so exciting! From the title to the first poem I am loving it! I almost wonder from the first title if it will almost be like a storyline of poems? I don't know! I am excited to find out as your thread progress! *Smashes subscribe* Love your first poem so much!
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@Quillfeather ahhhhh thank you so much! I am actually thinking of developing a loose storyline concept in this one? I have a progression in mind at the very least. Thanks for leaving your comment, I'm glad you like the first poem! ^-^
she/her/they acethetic and paronoid *waves leafy fronds*
You should have seen them digging. digging up mud, and thistle, and rotting root systems. digging up rat skulls and rabbit bones. digging up mycelium.
You should have seen them at midnight. binding broken roots into bronchioles and clogging them with mud, binding rodent bones into a ribcage and damming it with mud, binding thistles into a voicebox and choking it with mud, binding mycelium into capillaries and injecting them with mud, binding the rat's skull at the top and cramming it with mud.
This was their zombie. And when the mud crusted over they forbade the zombie any tears, in case the mud softened and would slip.
she/her/they acethetic and paronoid *waves leafy fronds*
Disclaimer, not knocking anyone's religion as a whole here, but some people do and have used it with the intention of hurting other people and Imma put it in my poem. So like, if you don't want to deal with some religious satire, don't read it
Funeral Rites
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in sure and certain hope of the resurrection into this life we have created from the earth, and thus commend our twice dearly, triply departed into eternity, into the glory of Lazarus, into the most holy afterlife. For our twice dearly, triply departed shall not lie in the grave which Christ our Lord hath sanctified by leaving it. Forever ashes, low as the dust, in the name of our God we command thee: Breathe mud.
she/her/they acethetic and paronoid *waves leafy fronds*
There were, of course, some stipulations, graveyard gates, if you will. Not that they were afraid of grave robbers after pillaging that hole themselves, but the undead, uncertain in their beginnings, require boundaries.
she/her/they acethetic and paronoid *waves leafy fronds*
There was a time when I thought I didn't require oxygen. The pull... and push... of dust through dry airways, through dichotomies of predestination was enough for me. It was easy to close my eyes and trace my breath along mudpack walls barricading pathways that I couldn't dream existed. Broken roots can lead nowhere but dead ends. And after all, dust was certainly enough for dust.
she/her/they acethetic and paronoid *waves leafy fronds*
Breath of Life - what an exquisite poem?! "through dichotomies of predestination" and "trace my breath along mudpack walls" is such raw, gritty imagery! Consider me absolutely obsessed. I also quite like this line from poem #4:
but the undead, uncertain in their beginnings, require boundaries
It's omnious, and purely haunting, and I feel like that one line is very evocative of your entire thread! Keep up the great work! <333
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@Euphory thanks so much! I love that the ending of #4 left you with that feeling, that's was I was going for! Haha I've definitely hit a stumbling block with this thread, but I'm hoping to continue work pretty soon, even if not for NaPo
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