They’ll find my body in the morning. Devoid of a soul. Hanging limp on the desk. With effects of rigor-mortis slowly settling in. My head will be lying on a book full of words. My painful ramblings, witty concepts, dark thoughts and stuff penned by me, but whose origin I know not.
Maybe there’ll be a stain over the ink, dry saliva. With little particles of ugali. A last meal should be heavy. The stain will be dotted with microscopic cadavers of what once used to be a thriving, living community of bacteria. The good, the bad and the ugly. The infectious, the protective and the docile. The ink will be smeared, with a slight crawling line veering off to the edges of the book that once chronicled my life. But they won’t know, Will they? That every single character in those papers holds a part of me? That every change of handwriting had a phase attached to it, That every rhyme was a step toward self acceptance and every word a loving stroke on my soul? I think they’ll trash it.
They’ll find my body in the morning, gone to sleep. Peacefully. Till the day we’ll all be roused. I’ll be surrounded by things I loved. Items I revered ; my pens, pencils, eraser, novels, beads, Sketchbooks, films, wires, tickets, soil, ash, bed… They’ll all have bore witness to my demise. But they won’t mourn me. For they know I followed my heart, then left it and accompanied my spirit. They will continue to live, each separately. And my words will live in minds, hearts and souls. My words, my horcruxes.
They’ll find me limp on my desk and declare me dead. Falsely. Then they’ll take my body and return it to its origin, my mother, my earth, and bury it. Along with the murderous shards of my shattered heart. Then they’ll hum a hymn and walk away. My image already round the edges in their minds.
26 Responses
awesome read…well penned. tale of an enthusiast of his works, bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh…it’s an awesome feeling to be part of your works even better expressed in the post.
It sure is a great feeling to be one with your writings, nothing can beat that Kevin, thank-you for reading. And for the kind comment.
awesome read…well penned. tale of an enthusiast of his works, bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh…it’s an awesome feeling to be part of your works even better expressed in the post.
It sure is a great feeling to be one with your writings, nothing can beat that Kevin, thank-you for reading. And for the kind comment.
Phenomenal! Depth Depth Depth! Beautifully composed and justifiably dark
Whoa! Is that you Man or did someone hack your account? Thank-you, “justifiably dark” I’ll wear that around my neck all week :-D.
This is very heavy, makes me think of my demise, bt it’s fullfilling to rest assured that though we’r mortal beings, our words, our thoughts, our writing are immortal….KUDOS….u really came hard on this one.
Our words, our works are surely immortal Avalanche. Thank-you for dropping by.
This is very heavy, makes me think of my demise, bt it’s fullfilling to rest assured that though we’r mortal beings, our words, our thoughts, our writing are immortal….KUDOS….u really came hard on this one.
Our words, our works are surely immortal Avalanche. Thank-you for dropping by.
Nice writing brother. Nicely flowing and nice imeagery!!
imagery, i mean
Thank-you bro, you’ve helped hold this hand that scribbles such.
Nice writing brother. Nicely flowing and nice imeagery!!
imagery, i mean
Thank-you bro, you’ve helped hold this hand that scribbles such.
Captivating imagery..disturbing..and well penned. love the concept of the sacred objects bearing witness and continuing on afterward. All I can see is the next writer who uses the pen that crfated his final words, will be feeling the ghost as he writes. The image I got while reading was of the words on the page spilling off in a stream onto the desk in a jumbled pool.Really enjoyed this. Thank you.
Captivating imagery..disturbing..and well penned. love the concept of the sacred objects bearing witness and continuing on afterward. All I can see is the next writer who uses the pen that crfated his final words, will be feeling the ghost as he writes. The image I got while reading was of the words on the page spilling off in a stream onto the desk in a jumbled pool.Really enjoyed this. Thank you.
THANK-YOU Jennifer, Heck you have quite some imagination. I appreciate your reading.
the immortality of the written word! i love this piece! especially the love which the writer has for his written work.
Thanks Sydo 😀
the immortality of the written word! i love this piece! especially the love which the writer has for his written work.
Thanks Sydo 😀
WORD ‘n’ WORD in depth, i feel like im walking in my own afterlife.
WORD ‘n’ WORD in depth, i feel like im walking in my own afterlife.