Silence: A Halloween Nightmare

Posted on 2019/10/30 by Bartholomew Barker

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Silence

The silence surprises me—
no more thumping from my chest—
no more swooshing through my ears—
the little gurgles of a living body
are now absent and missed.

The last light to enter these eyes
was from cold clinical fluorescents
as they sewed down my lids—
I felt the puncture of every needle,
including the embalmer’s.

Limbs useless, muscles atrophied,
a mind still spinning,
trapped inside a skull in pain,
feeling every itch of my skin—
nose filled with putrid rot.

The last sound was the dirt
hitting the top of the coffin.
Now— eternal silence
which I am unable to fill
with my screams.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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9 Responses to Silence: A Halloween Nightmare

  1. Lisa Tomey says:
    2019/10/30 at 20:16

    Wow! Now that’s scary!

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  2. Cassa Bassa says:
    2019/10/31 at 22:04

    This is brilliant! 🖤

    Liked by 1 person

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  3. jupitergrant says:
    2019/11/01 at 18:31

    Fantastic! Very dark!

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

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