To Quill the Mocking World


By Marianne Esders

(3 min read)


After three hours of

Non/stop talking

You finally convinced me to lie down

Inside your coffin

Just for one night, you said

Maybe I just wanted you to shut up!

I don’t exactly remember what

Made me agree and go for it

Maybe it was the drink

Or it was the daring


Now I lie here, remembering how

The last ray of light

Escaped my shirt

When u shut the lid

Baby, I am sure

It is beyond morning

It must be midday

Or early afternoon

Everything is silent

I cannot hear

A single tune


From my fingernails

Knocking on wood



Marianne is a core team author at Soulgasm. Follow Marianne on Twitter.

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This entry was posted on March 11, 2017 by in Poetry and tagged .


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