The Afterlife

My Dearest Mummy

She is dead now...but I wish she was still here
To celebrate Mother's Day...

There’s a murder of crows in the garden
Unambiguous in their demands
Seeking shelter from...

Dragged in sight
hidden as depth the colour cries
a curse in the flesh
a disguise...

Don't I believe?
I do, I do...
I do believe in you...
Though it means
That...

It was on a Sunday morning
I tiptoed down the stair
thought that I'd heard voices
But...

Left Discarded
along side
a country road
Where the
Silos stand
a whisper...

I love the smells of Christmas
The earthy scent of pine
Christmas cookies, apple cider...

Harvester of souls in nightmares keep,
Lingering macabre in gallows creep.
Judgement...

I walk beyond the fatal shore
to see what gaze can bring
and dance like a disciple
...

dribbling with vermin
I disguise the movements
in despised tiny stitched on skin
you...

There you are again you pretty red breasted bird
Are you trying to tell me something though you...

I was once. Your best cake. Made just for you.
The candles you wished on were my heart and soul....

Im not afraid of death
Or what comes after-
If anything at all

Im afraid of being...

I am not who I am!
I have a body, but am I the body?
I have a mind, but am I the mind?...

Life is a mystery ‑ We can’t track its history
It may seem to start at birth and seem to end at...