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.

-Kim Elizabeth

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"From Beneath the Tomb" written by Kim Elizabeth. Copyright © by Kim Elizabeth.
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