The Burial, by Courtenay S Gray

What the Water Gave Me, by Frida Kahlo (Mexico) 1938

The Burial

​Buried beneath the weight of uncertainty.
The water is murky with decaying relationships.
Crying out for The Tower tarot card.
The world must end for us to pull our cinder block feet out of this aquatic hellscape.
Autumnal walls of the heart.
The previous tenants ran their unwashed hands over every ventricle.
I am stuck.
Limbo is my old flame,
My unrequited love,
My muse.
Drain me like pasta,
Pasta water fed into purity.
Infection of destruction.
We are all on a journey.
We only know that someday we will get there but,
For now, 
We gaze at the sky looking for all the answers.
The answers we are shielding from ourselves.

Courtenay S Gray

Courtenay S Gray is a writer and poet from the North of England. She is twenty two years old. She has had her poetry featured in various publications such as Rhythm & Bones and Picaroon Poetry. She is a big fan of dark and macabre writing.