While I stood above my grave Above My body held in time's temporal grasp Beside the stones and coke-white dust My decrepit lungs release a spine-chilling rasp
This is a 4-liner on the more morbid side. About a young woman from the south who lost her life in a rock slide near an old chalk mine. I've found that stepping away from my traditional suspenseful writings has helped me see the great potential in simpler, story-based poems. I hope You enjoy. CKMIII