my soul lies bleeding

My Soul Lies Bleeding
by: Mari Adkins
May 17, 2007

Death sits on my lap
an uninivited guest
laughing at my discomfort
Unable to see his face
for the robes he wears
I know his smile
His arms rest around me
their weight on my shoulders

My soul lies bleeding
on the floor
Death whispers and laughs
into my ears

I lay my head down
at midnight
Without you
I am nothing
All my sunsets
taste of blood and tears


Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.