The Corpse of You

Poetry

There is a certain resonance to fall.
A ting of chilled air.
The brush of falling leaves.

One step closer to the darkness.
One breath closer to the remains you wear as skin.

The old church clock chimes the hour
The sun sinks below the horizon like a drowning man
You feel that movement just behind your eyes.

It’s the skeleton inside you
The ghost yearning to be free

It feels the drop in temperature
It knows its time is just a vapor away
Just a drop of sand from digging past

Digging past the corpse of you. 

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“The Corpse of You” is a poem I wrote from a prompt about Autumn during last week’s Creative Writing Club meeting at Chatt State. I thought I would post it here since the topic is a little derivative. I think of The Decemberist’s song, “Your Ghost,” and a few classic cartoons. I’m sure there is some other influence in there that I am overlooking. Let me know if you can think of anything.

It is still a fun spooky season poem.

Photo by Charles Parker: https://www.pexels.com/photo/anonymous-children-in-skeleton-costumes-5859784/