Six Feet Under

Oh, dear Mother
Six feet under
And nobody cared
Yet now the ground shakes
And the old are reborn
White hats fill these streets
Marching from door to door
“Recite the truth!”
“All hail the blood of the pure!”
“The blond toupe is our messiah!”
Yet these shouts aren’t the only fear
Your mighty winds have turned loose
Your floodgates are now broken
Oh, dear Mother, save us
We cry not for our self
Not for our children
For the skeletons have escaped
Someone left the closet door open
And none can contain
The guards have been recruited
Only to cry among us
Oh, dear Mother
Six feet under they were
Now here we lay
In our self made grave

© 2017 Jessica Santos

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“Stay Busy”

One, two, three
Kisses on the head
He says to stay busy
That’s how you go through the day

So I fill it up
Every minute blocked off
Working till my feet go numb
Only to get home and shower
Then crawl into bed

But wait…
It’s cold

And his arms aren’t wrapped around me
With his breath whispering in my ear
While his stubble tickles my neck
And our feet aren’t pressed together
Causing legs to twist and turn

So I reach for the laptop
Netflix kills time
But, so does a book
Or, maybe, I’ll cook

I don’t know
How do you stay busy?
How do you not think?
Meditation?
That’s the one class I failed at.

© 2017 Jessica Santos