Careless Wishes

Dark , horror

I have clawed my way

through foetid earth,

hacked through

rain soaked wicker,

to reach this

twice damned path to you.

You asked for this,

demanded it with

fervent prayer

and yet

even as I drag

my smartly suited corpse,

drawing humid air

through soil clogged lungs,

I know, I know...

you regret it.

You should have withheld

such careless wishes.

Set the table

I am home for dinner

tonight.

Author's Note

written for the write something dark contest. Sorry!

Reviews

[Neville]

Yeah, don't be sorry Shelley, this made a great read. Good luck with the contest. N

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. oh, don't be sorry, dear shelley ... this is brilliant ... i love the underlying philosophy of reminding someone about being careful when they wish for something ... i do believe that some people can't cope with what they wish for ... p.s. ... you did infinite justice to that picture and what a picture it is ... just perfect for the contest and for these perfect words ...

[New Dawn]

Thank you so much serah - not my usual stuff but thought I would give it a go. Tried to make it a little different by showing the conseuences of a normal human reaction to grief. glad u liked it. I always value your reviews :)

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. you're very welcome ... i admire your versatility ... it's lovely to find a new poem by you in my subscriptions and then discover it :) ...