Three fingers pale white
The others only bone.
It was a hard hand til it rotted in the spring
Crows took the flesh
Thieves took the ring.
He died in his sleep
He died without a sound
She tilted back her head and screamed
Quite surpassin' loud.
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like a Gorey or Adams. Dark truth for kids or something. Good one.
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Such a tale! God but you are a master at these writes - you scoop out a fraction of a story and leave us longing for a second helping. I love the meter and musicality of this piece - and what a visual you chose to place alongside the words. Safe to say, this has made my day! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteOoooh, eerie...and the photo is so beautifully haunting. I LOVE the flowers that lead to the creepy yellow house on the hill below those dark gray skies...and that "crows took the flesh!" Frighteningly fabulous, chica!!
ReplyDeleteStill feelin' Halloween are we?
ReplyDelete"Crows took the flesh
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Love it, love it, love it!
Another total zinger! I agree with Kewrry, your work always leaves me wanting More. Thankfully, there always IS more, as I am very addicted!
ReplyDeleteI like that last line "quite surpassin' loud."
ReplyDeleteShort, to the point, and left me wanting more. Now must go catch up!!
ReplyDeleteI've never seen the color yellow seem so....menacing! You rock, Shay. xo
ReplyDeleteIn my obliviousness, almost missed this--which would have been a serious loss. As always, the grue comes when you call it, obedient and all-pervading. I'm left wondering at the scream; horror, or joy?
ReplyDeleteYeah thieves always take the ring. Were they magpies?
ReplyDeletelove every bit of this! your cautionary tales truly are a caution!
ReplyDeleteYou and Coal Black make quite the team! Quite surpassin' awesome.
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