From Beneath the Tomb

Past the high-staked
fence.

Deep into the
cemetery.

I walk.

Twisted frozen arms
dangle below the tree,

Gently scraping,

As winter winds blow,
and their icy leaves
brush against the cold
slabs.

Numb and tired,
I stop to rest
against the hard
surface,

And feel the warming sensation
creep throughout my body

As the heat rushes
from the
tombstone.

by Kim Elizabeth

"From Beneath the Tomb" written by Kim Elizabeth. Copyright © by Kim Elizabeth. All Rights Reserved. Reprinted by permission of Ghost Girl Graphix Publishing House.
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