In rattled fear the bones
and cavities that once
held minds are sockets
staring; sighing with the
rush of blood in flesh of
mine. My bones awake
to calls from walls to leave
my skin balloned; absent
me; and merge with voices
from loquacious walls.
Caplica Czaszek in southwestern Poland
Mama Zen inspire us with some images of fantastic rooms and walls at toads.
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April 13, 2016
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Oh, wow! Very creepy. I love it!
That is DELICIOUSLY DARK and scary–love it
You absolutely nailed it 😀
Love the word “loquacious” and the idea of merging with these walls…excellent descriptions, Bjorn.
loquacious walls ! this is creepy good 😉
Great sound in this one, and the brevity makes it so the poem is compressed — much like those bones …
I am particularly haunted (and somehow also touched) by this:
“absent
me”
Very haunting, Bjorn! It reminds me of the tales I hear about ancestral ghosts beckoning the young, fresh offsprings to join them.
Yikes–I am thinking of something far worse than angioplasty! Thanks. k.
Beautiful metaphors.
Oh this is decadently dark. “absent me” That sinks in and chills,
I can almost hear the sighing and the rush of blood!
Oh wow, I can’t imagine standing in that room. Would my bones hear/speak to those bones. I can imagine hearing the blood pump through my body…not ready to give in to dust.
ballooned bones… great trope ~
That may be art to some, but to me it’s creepy. I say, “Bury the dead, don’t make designs with their bones.” Your piece was good.
Sockets and bones… A beautiful creepy place to enjoy a little haunting.
Those sockets staring are haunting me Bjorn! Lol!