Friday, July 17, 2009


God hath wrought a plaque upon me
Raging like a wind ripped fury
Tearing my heart up from all moorings
Flung about, contused and abraided,

Fevered with pain, a soul is bleeding
Bleeding to die, bleeding to live.
A pain I cannot feel, but mine
so constant a companion,

Beloved one so settled now,
Soon to be unquiet.
Beads to form
upon your brow
the yellow cast
of perfect skin
While the fire ants stir
your blood.

Slumber now my love!
All to soon you will arise
like a vampire.
Your cycles set to night
to walk with
the living dead;
A zombie yourself.
Shambling toward your victims
as they hold a green lifeblood
jingling in deep pockets.

Prick your flesh,
close your eyes
and it will go away.
For a day.


teri said...

This is very powerful. Sending cyber hugs your way, my friend. xo-teri

Mandy said...

"Bleeding to die, bleeding to live." Very deep and powerful.

Jo said...

Oh wow, this is amazing and very powerful as Teri said. Sending more love and cyber hugs your way, (((hugs))). (Email me or message me thru GoodReads anytime).

dragyonfly said...

Thanks ya' was an emotional piece, I started to not post it, but decided to anyway. Im glad it was not too morbid.

Anonymous said...

Wow This is really distressed and I'm glad I'm not there, I can't expose myself like that ans I never have been able to.

Anonymous said...

I Don't know,Deb,I guess we have have all grown up and never paid much attention to until we all grew up