” An Introspect of Afterlife”
meat sagging behind skin
dangling from crumpled bone
yellow carved initials in the marrow
tomorrow will our graves be given name?
call it distasteful, disgraceful,
but I slide from one shade of broken to the next
through the salt and tongue and lie and gone
bruised fingers and cracked knuckles
penetrate, disintegrate
integration the definition of our sick nature
join the army of restless rebellion to find anything but your
peace of mind
leave that behind
blink your black eyes and spit through
your blood lies
let them sit upon our teeth for a change
we are nothing more than overgrown penitence
personalities decaying as our bodies sway to a rhythm
bound and busted
its not that uncomfortable, being dead
I’ve dug my grave a million times over
and have lied in the shameful dirt
as safely as I did in that house
or not at all
the flies at first become bothersome
but after a few centuries
you get over it
I absolutely love this poem, it gives the hint that after life may be real but that it also could be a viewing window for ghost to look out over us, and that they may be going over the same routine watching the world change while they stay the same. This point of view is really interesting and moving.
I wish every time I put pen to paper or start typing that I could manage the abstract ways you put your thoughts down. I enjoy the undertone of hopelessness that you convey in this poem. Great job as usual!!
This is nice. Like really nice. I don’t think I understand it, but I like your word choice and what words you put together.
“integration the definition of our sick nature” I like this line a lot. I get it’s surface meaning, but not necessarily how it tied with the rest of the poem or if there was a deeper meaning you had for it. But yeah, this line really stuck out to me. Maybe it was just how it sounded in my head as I read it. I’m not sure, but still nice. Very nice piece!
This is really cool. A lot of the stuff you describe is what makes me cringe about dying, especially the flies. Reading this made my skin crawl, but I really enjoyed it.
I absolutely absodutely love this poem! It is quite morbid, however; I love the imagery you put into it. You make me see what you’ve typed very vividly.
I’m wondering, is this your poem for coffee house? Because it is purely amazing.
this is. dark. like, really dark. but i’m here for it. i’m here for the obscurity and morbidity of it and how it makes me think about death in a way that i’ve never really considered before.