RK Riley

Scarecrow Part 2 by R.K.Riley

Scarecrow part 2

R.K.Riley

 

The winter wind
calls      shrieks      whispers
my name
      through her
frozen
      unmoving
           lips.


Beneath still eyes 

               …baby…baby…get mama down…

the dead corn
               smears
                    rough brown blood against my naked feet.
My gaze locked
               there     nowhere
as her straw hand
               scratches
                    claws
                         tears
at my hair
      cheek
               throat.

               …please…please…baby…get me down…

Can’t.     Won’t.     Shouldn’t.

Lost down the throat
of the raging wind,
          caressing
               ravaging
                    touching
the hard dark dirt,

          …please…

her bones
     soot
          ashes
               dust
crumbling under
     his
          her
               my
clothes.
The gray soot
               rises
with the wind
             into white oblivion.

Pray
     no
from lips that bleed but know
        no
          know.

Rise on toes
          cracking
                  true
broken  ground.

Kiss her
          dead cheek
                    and
                    cradle her wasted
                            nothings           everything's
                                              down.


RK Riley quietly writes herself real from a small Midwestern suburb. Her debut poetry collection, “because…writings from a tainted life,” was released last year.

 

 

 

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