I wake up on this bed,
my hands, my body cold, Why is it cold in here?
Why do you slice open my dress?
Stay calm.
You’re hurting me
How can I?
You‘re already dead,
pronounced dead eight hours ago,
your body, decomposing,
your brain cells, slowly dying,
your soul, still here.
You’re lying
This is your death certificate.
You’re frightening me.
Don’t be…
soon you’ll find
serenity,
mind clear and empty,
a look of peace,
last memory for your family-
a good memory.
How can you hear my voice?
I have a special gift,
talk to the dead,
prepare them
in transition,
ready for viewing.
A clear light arises...........
BIO: Amy Barry is a Public Relations consultant by profession. She writes poems and short stories. She hails from Malaysia and now resides in Athlone, Ireland.
Oooh Amy, creepy that - brrrrr
ReplyDeleteAmy, this really is very spooky, chilling in fact! Well done..
ReplyDeleteBARBARA XX
Thanks Katharine and Barbara!
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Amy
I know I commented before, Amy. I saw it up! Darn it, here I go again... I like this. I think you've successfully caught a moment we all think about at some time, and always fear - the possibility of being trapped in-between!!! Good stuff.;-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Eamon :)
ReplyDeleteJust love to read your comments...
Cheers
Hi Amy
ReplyDeleteFantastic Piece
well done
Amy, that is superb! so chilling!
ReplyDeleteI need psychological rehabilation after reading that - can't stop the convulsions' frightened the Bejasus outta me !!
ReplyDeleteWell Done Ms B
- Warlock
Many thanks Antonio.
ReplyDeleteXAmy
Thank you Warlock,
ReplyDeleteAppreciate the read.
Amy