What will they find when they dig my corpse out from the grave?
White moonstone, dark twilight.
My flesh, rotting.
Holes for eyes.
Worms that take solace in the cavity that once housed my tongue.
My arms, perhaps, placed at an odd angle, over my torso.
And what of my heart?
I imagine that by then it will be blacker than the soil that was my home for the years past.
Will they be able to understand what I tried to do with it? What it did with me?
Will they see how it once pulsed only for you?
Will they shake their heads sanctimoniously, simply disregarding me as just another cautionary tale?
And what then?
Will they realize that I was simply human?
That I yearned for the love that poets write about, the love that singers sing about, the love that keeps the artist painting on and on and on until they die.
My mother used to say that I was a sweet girl, prone to bouts of cynicism.
Until I met you.
If you saw me in this state, my skin one with the soil, my bones melded to the grounds you banished me to, my soul growing the lilac flowers out of my body, snaking out, what would you say?
The same flowers you used to sweep into my hair, like second nature.
The same soil we had picnics on, and you used to say
you and I and the stars?
Your web of lies, like vine, twirling around my body, caging me into this eternal tomb.
When they see me, at my most vulnerable, will they understand? Will they understand that even after it all, I don't have it in my wretched soul to feel any regret?
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My first question is actually why the lyrical narrator expects to be dug from her grave.
I like the image of the heart now being blacker than the soil.
I also really like the web of lies that twirls like vine around her. Ohh that is so good!
I also like that you began with white moonstone etc because it gave the entire poem a very magical feeling.
I’m not sure what this all means but it kinda leaves me feeling satisfied? Maybe because the narrator also says that she has no regrets.
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Top Graham Cracker - This is a poem about a woman who was murdered by someone she loved and yet, she doesn’t have any regrets for loving the person. Her love extends beyond the grave, beyond death.
Slightly Burnt Marshmallow - I guess if you wanted to, you could expand on it, but I think that this poem is fine enough on its own.
Chocolate Bar - I love how this woman still loves this person even after they have wronged her and presumably murdered her. It’s chilling that she still does not see that such a love hurt her and yet, I understand how she can still feel for this person even after death, her love growing out in lilac flowers. It makes one wonder how anyone could kill her.
Closing Graham Cracker - Overall, a lovely spooky and yet romantic poem. I love poems, romance, and horror, so this all put together is quite gothically gorgeous. I’ve enjoyed reading this and I wish you…
A sparkling day/night! ^v^