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
10 responses to “Keep Me”
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! 😊
Now that’s interesting!
I love how you are write so many genres!
Best wishes Kirsten.
Thank you! It’s fun to mix things up. Helps add more to my “writer toolbox”.
I’m sure your writer’s toolbox is very versatile
Wonderful! How many people have made that request, and the family did not comply!
Haha! They better watch out! 😉 Thank you for reading, Dawn!
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