Bell's On the Wind
Bits and pieces
bits and pieces
shattered ground writhes with the moon
soft the dirt still
wet and warm
too soon
too soon
too soon
torn nails shred the bell cord
tin the sound in wind wails tinkle, tinkle
the might of death, a spasms rise
no heart beat but a curse
arise, arise, on full moon’s pull
to feed a need
a zombie hull
Bits and pieces
bits and pieces
shattered ground writhes with the moon
soft the dirt still
wet and warm
too soon
too soon
too soon
no smile, no scream, no blush the rose
arm thrust horror births
skin with bits of cloth
stand now, bone bare in places
long in tooth
to feed
to feed
the Blood Moon’s Curse
Bits and pieces
bits and pieces
shattered ground writhes with the moon
soft the dirt still
wet and warm
too soon
too soon
too soon
wait not, want not, run and hide
for hunger never ending rises
death but not
pain and hell
cursed they rise
too soon.
Date: 11/1/13
Poet: Daphne Rising
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