Set in stone

My prescription

Taunts -

Stay away from the grave.

 

It starts-

I freeze a little

Then a lot

My mind a hazy fog,

 

Little things to move the eye

I wait-

I watch.

Her

Paralysed.

Her body

Possessed by the son of Adam!

 

It’s fine to recline on the flat of the spine,

With never a thought in one’s head.

But when I want you so much

I’m lulled by the pull of the empty bed-