Grave Digging

Poem By AJ O’Brien

I awake within a black box
beneath sacred soil.
My heart hits a beat –
tiny tunnels fill with blood,
beginning to flow and boil.
I claw my way out
and happily arise
within a graveyard dark,
surrounded by the dead
and forgotten goodbyes.


I hunger for your pain
as I look upon my empty grave.
Wish me well, lover
for its you, sweetheart
my teeth do crave.
I dance toward your screams
beneath a fractured moon.
Lock your doors and windows,
my evil angel,
for I shall be there soon.


Poem By AJ O’Brien

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27 Comments on Grave Digging

  1. Beware of the fractured Moon phase!

    The illustration embodies the spirit of the poem, and makes me wonder who was in the black box.

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  2. “Happily arise within a graveyard dark, surrounded by the dead and forgotten goodbyes.” Love that line. Thanks for posting.

    Liked by 3 people

  3. Great poem. Thanks for sharing ths. And I am locking everything.

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  5. This classic poem gives me such a rush! I can imagine a shrunken heart filling up with blood so the lovers can be reunited. Something tells me, though, that the meeting won’t be very romantic 😀

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  6. Monochrome nightmares // July 9, 2016 at 7:10 am // Reply

    I love the layout and the wonderful
    Illustrations. 💀
    Thank you Matt and Rose. 😎

    Liked by 2 people

  7. Monochrome nightmares // July 9, 2016 at 8:07 am // Reply

    Thanks Rose.
    You’re very kind.
    I even gave myself a “Like”.
    But I don’t think anyone noticed. 😃

    Liked by 1 person

  8. I hope they have a dentist down there in the graveyard?

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  9. Oh! The souls are eager to meet, again, even from under the grave! And, they will do that, slowly creeping while the moon is spreading faint silvery hue, making everything mysterious… I loved the poem… 🙂

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  10. I wouldn’t want to be in Evil Angel’s shoes…I have a feeling he hasn’t clawed his way out of the grave for a romantic evening of dinner, dancing, and whatever. 🙂 Me thinks a little blood might flow.
    I love Alan’s work; he’s the king of poetic darkness.

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