Keep Me

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Illness takes wife on a grim ride.

A husband cries bedside.

Wife’s wish to be ashes

tossed, for traditional burial

and proper goodbyes.

Stuck under earth,

a wife’s home forever lost.

She’s a ghost of a grave

cursing her visitors with illness

once they speak her name

Husband stares at the poem written by his sick wife. Shaking, he moves to the next page.

Dearest,

If I go before you, don’t fate me to a box.

Let this tale serve as a reminder of the cost.

Burn me. Keep me.

Don’t make me angry.

— Wife

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Mike U. says:

    Heh…this creeped me out. The last request, “Burn me. Keep me. Don’t make me angry” is so chilling! What a perfect horror poem! Seriously, good stuff, Kirsten. 🙂

    1. Kirsten says:

      Muhaha. Excellent. Thank you Mike!

  2. Aahna Yadav says:

    Spooky, to say the least!! Brilliantly done though.
    Interesting blog, Kirsten!! 😀

  3. Aahna Yadav says:

    Spooky, to say the least!! Brilliantly done though…
    Interesting blog, Kirsten 😀

    1. Kirsten says:

      Haha. Love connecting with my spooky side. Thank you for the read and kind comment! 😊

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