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
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. 🙂
Muhaha. Excellent. Thank you Mike!
Spooky, to say the least!! Brilliantly done though.
Interesting blog, Kirsten!! 😀
Spooky, to say the least!! Brilliantly done though…
Interesting blog, Kirsten 😀
Haha. Love connecting with my spooky side. Thank you for the read and kind comment! 😊