Afterlife.

[Delta40]

My heart never broke
but breastbones crack.
What relief I felt
to pass through the pent up,
the built up.
I heard birds singing
I saw snow sprinkling down
like confetti
as if it was a new morning.
That's when I closed my eyes
and all the while you were
muttering that I'd be at your side
even if it was the shallow grave
you dug in the cool, wee hours.
So for better or worse,
while you sift through the dirt
uncovering ulnas of truth,
I continue to lie.
Sprawled flat on my back
in eternal readiness,
not wholly sure
where I will spend
my wedding night.

[MystyrMystyry]

Well done Delta!

Reminds me a bit of The Wild Rose song with Kylie and Nick, and I suppose these things do actually happen. An interesting take on the twisted world

[firefangled]

I liked this one, but I'm not sure what to think about it. There's a tug-o-war it seems between the real and metaphorical—I found myself asking is it a real grave or a state of mind, real dirt or something like negativity.

Intriguing and one I will come back to, as I do most of yours.

[aliengirl]

Stunning poem indeed. I was not sure where you were taking us, so the last three lines were a bit of a surprise. Afterlife, a new morning and wedding night - real and metaphorical intertwining with each other. There is a lot here to think about.

[Delta40]

Thanks. I've been thinking about surreal and real this week. I realised Afterlife had its own double meaning so I played with that.