Scream

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I hear you scream still
In my fevered dream
Cloth cannot dull the tones
So harsh that claw within
A guilty mind
For this is what I find

I hear the guttural cry
You uttered as you died
The shroud I used did not atone
For the withered flesh
Sepulchral tones
Of drying bones

I sense your fetid breath
As you return beyond the veil
To claim revenge
And not surprised
I lift the cloth
To view your eyes
And let you take your prize

To dull your screams
I’ll join you in the endless dream
You wove of cloth
I once used
To dry you off
Your blood invades my mind
And this is what I find

(c ) Helen M Valentina. 2018

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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3 Responses to Scream

  1. Wow, Helen. Another good one.

    Liked by 1 person

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