I was selling my wordy wares at an event some friends and I cooked up this past weekend and during the day I wrote this creepy little missive to underwater love.
A Girl In A Coffin
A girl in a coffin
Lives in the bay
Though no tongue she still has
Much she can say.
Of Whsipers
Of Passion
Of Promises
Of Lies
Of all of the reasons that all of us die.
A girl in a coffin
In a water grave
Long dead though she is
She has something to say.
The Reasons
The Places
The Hows and the Whys
And maybe the answer
To why she had to die.
She loved the wrong woman, or maybe wrong man.
Or the right one perhaps
If answer, she can.
Or she picked the wrong coffin,
To lay in and nap.
Or maybe she lies.
Maybe it’s a trap.
You’ll find her in water
Both deep and quite cold.
You’ll find she is lovely,
Though covered in mold.
Her beauty they spoke of
In song and in poem.
And even once in,
A damnable tome.
You’ll find her hands grasping,
Her body calling your name.
Maybe you’ll fall
Prey to her game.
You’ll find her lips
Wanting
And
Waiting
And
Patient
And
Yours
If only you’ll love her
Till you breathe no more.
…c…
