I died, standing under six feet of blue sky and sunshine
the autumn wind running her fingers through my hair
as she caressed my cheek and kissed my scalp.
My heart had slowed to a soft subtle beat that left a tingle
in my toes, so carefully scripted as if my life had become
a Shakespearian play destined to an ending so tragically beautiful.
I died with my eyes wide open, taking in the breathless lights
of the city that lay below me, the golden glow that radiated off
the landscape turned it into a magical kingdom.
My feet slipped out of my shoes that held them prisoner
for so long, each thread of my socks had become
permanently imprinted into the soft skin of my heels.
I died with arms stretched so far wide I wrapped the world
in an embrace that squeezed all the breath from my lungs
until I was left gasping for air, but I wasn't scared of suffocation.
My toes buried themselves in the damp soil that
wedged itself between my skin, they grew ten feet long-
twisting into encrypted patterns that told a lost story.
I died with my mouth hanging onto the last fibers of the muscles
that held it together, my jaw agape at the song autumn continued to sing
to me, her voice as light as air whispering sweet nothings.
My arms reached for the sky locked in a battle of Simon says,
too afraid to move, yet swaying back and forth to a hidden
beat that only apparently only I could hear.
I died with a quietness that rattled the ground to its core
six feet under above the decaying bodies of my ancestors
that chanted along with the rhythm of my voice that no longer was.
My fingers brushed the bellies of the clouds that sat sweetly
above me, their nails growing into a tangled mess of keratin,
hardened with the changing of the weather that sat heavy on my shoulders.
I died, and my skin grew so dry it pulled all the water from my veins
before it distended into a world of infinity, the ridges between turning
to beautiful stretch marks of a thousand shades of brown.
My hair continued to grow, small knots coming to life from the follicles
until they too grew, fattened from the electromagnetic rays that
my goddess the sun sent me in prayer sessions only we two understood.
I died, and my body changed colors, my hair turned green, I stood under six feet of
blue sky and sunshine so magnificently beautiful that I too breathed back
the carbon dioxide my lungs filtered and renamed.
My body grew stiff, my mouth forever agape at Autumns song,
My toes never stopped growing and my fingers so longingly teased
the clouds over and over again, their laughter ringing all around me.
I died but yet, I continue to live.
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