A night tide expels it,
leaves it
wallowing.
Salt has blistered,
nippers gnawed.
The carcass tumbles.
Tattered flesh flaps,
bone snaggles bone.
A figure emerges,
as if a mangled person
was escaping
the weakening clutch
of tentacled coils.
Waves lap
at the lolling mound,
cavities rupture,
gas bubbles take
luminous shape.
A figure emerges,
hatching
from rancid offal,
it stumbles toward
the lights of a village.
Remains hang together
clothing a riddled form.
Strips of denuded meat
drag behind.
It is famished,
even though its belly is
a bladder of corruption,
still, it is hungry.
It sees the warmly lit tavern,
imagines
a sweet fried fish on a skillet,
a glass of strong ale
waiting for the touch
of its macerated lips.
It had been a long swim.
Categories:
macerated, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Broken lungs lay siezed as the air no longer
drives through me on turbine wings.
Eyes rust over corneal layers
festering with swollen contempt
and grey-veined snarls.
Fallen muscle across macerated
fleshy mouth masks lost words
that become endangered species.
Whilst blood congeals within
this scorched corpus and pupils
become the blackend vessels
to my frozen soul.
The Sun stops its arc across the sky.
The sickle of the moon settles
upon my skin, travels its way to my heart
and cuts.
Categories:
macerated, death, death of a
Form: Free verse
Her mother looked with tears, heart leaking with pains
As the silent body of her newborn laid there
Skin peeling off with every touch
Skull losely packed with pieces of bones
Feeling like a jelly in one's hands
A heartbreaking goodbye it was to the daughter who never lived
Macerated stillborn she was called, MSB for short
Weight less than one killogram that burial was not an option
But only incineration was allowed
A pregnancy terminated before term
Life ending before it could even begin
Mother's eyes watching with aching heart
As hopes bleed beyond resuscitation
A sad day it was
Gone but memories will remain
Her image shall forever exist in her mother's eyes
A story to share and an experience to strengthen others has been created
Tears have flowed, a heart has been broken
Africa has lost but life the journey of pains proceeds.
Categories:
macerated, abortion, baby, death, farewell,
Form: Free verse
A void bellows where my sense used to be,
compulsion to slip pound coins into slots,
an urge to consume much voraciously.
What once I did, I must strive now to not,
snatch from false hungers a life that will sate
compulsion to slip pound coins into slots.
When will the aching abyss, fade, abate,
how can this soul, macerated amend:
snatch from false hungers a life that will sate?
Stricken, panicking child splashing deep end,
kept from success by fear's crocodile-snap,
how can this soul, macerated amend?
I search for some tool, some bright cage to trap
jagged brutality, parasite bile;
kept from success by fear's crocodile-snap.
Bone-tired, I go on to next battle, while
a void bellows where my sense used to be:
jagged brutality, parasite bile,
an urge to consume much voraciously.
Categories:
macerated, abuse, addiction, bullying, courage,
Form: Terzanelle
a burdened charity dost entail
faux generosity habitually inhaled
jaunts, keepsakes left macerated
nothing omitted, personally quantitated
reason sifted through ubiquitously
vehement will yearned zealously
Categories:
macerated, angst, introspection,
Form: ABC
we approached the intersection
i was filled with laughter and joy
the scent of citrus and cypress
seemed to surround us the sun
sat in a distance bathing in
it's own glow the clouds were
very thick rolling across the hot
mist of the day i smiled as the light
turned quickly from red yellow finally
green to go a convoy roared past us
i caught a glimpse of two suspicious
characters the green light dimmed
ticking sounded as the impact ignited
the release of a very powerful blast
only fragments of me were left dangled
about heavens sphere mother appeared
within the glow as my entire life danced
as my mind clung to thought scents
i'd become to know i remembered home
four o'clock flowers dandelions weeping
willow trees a butterfly's cocoon sirens soared
my skull was crushed while i balanced memories
my soul left my body guiding me abruptly
back to my macerated flesh
Categories:
macerated, faith, green, light, me,
Form: Chant Royal