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