I’m under your skin, your nails and tongue;
there’s so much left unsaid and undone.
No number,
no thunder
of waves could wash me away,
nor the terrifying teeth
of a tempest gnaw
every trace of bone.
I am the scattered salt
in every raindrop,
the fingers
that linger
and drip down your pane,
scratching
and tapping
again and again.
You let me drown,
you let me sink,
how could you ever think
I would let you live your life without me.
So, here I am,
a wave-washed wraith,
without a body,
without a face.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Image found on Pinterest
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fireblossom Friday: Bang, You’re Dead
Fireblossom says, ‘Bang, you’re dead. Maybe that crazy kid driver ran you down, or maybe the aneurysm you didn’t know was in your head exploded. It could have been any of a thousand things, but no matter how you slice it, you won’t be participating in that charity run this afternoon.
Still, this doesn’t have to be the end, despite what you might have heard. Don’t you feel like you still have something to say? Don’t be shy. After all, what can anyone do to you now? Presentation is strictly up to you. Automatic writing, poltergeist activity, dream messages from the great beyond. C’mon, get happy! You’re gonna slay ’em’.
The second stanza is both lyric and chilling, and the whole poem seems infused wih both sadness and menace.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautifully weaved!
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is beautifully written, and enhanced by the rhyme. I especially love the middle stanza.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much, Sherry 🙂
LikeLike
Ooooh! This is so chillingly good. The rhyme adds to the macabre voice, which is just off-sweet.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I had to re-read it as I haven’t looked at it since this morning when I wrote it and I can see what you mean about the macabre voice, Kerry. 😊
LikeLike
The repetition and word choices add to the tone of meance. Bravo!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Now this is definitely spooky … and well done!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Helen!
LikeLike
My goodness this is so incredibly captivating!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Sanaa!
LikeLike
I guess that is our dearest wish to have some conscious thoughts following our death, whatever form it takes as we carry the truth of our demise with us.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Maybe they do…
LikeLike
Scary justice I think.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLike
The dead are as intimate—and bereave of us—as our own souls. As the seven seas round the Earth’s body. Waters of womb and tomb, those “wave-washed wraiths.” Fantastic.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Brendan!
LikeLike
Love the voice here.. the way the dead cannot let go in that sense of both love and hatred is so strong. I think our muses whispered the same tune.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Bjorn!
LikeLike
Gives new meaning to “a chill washed over me”.
LikeLike
Brava.. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
LikeLiked by 1 person