Water and Dirt |
Issue 13
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the riverbank is dark and dank
but still he crouches there the water flows and as it goes he watches in despair a fortnight past she breathed her last just in her nineteenth year he buried her in churchyard dirt yet never shed a tear rainstorms slammed and cracked the dam the flood wiped out the town dead were raised from mud-filled graves the river washed them down he watches vainly and insanely afraid someone will see through all the bloat, her slashed out throat “he murdered her!” they’ll scream they say he stood as best he could her spirit at his side then he jumped in, a guilty man a grisly wrong made right walk by the lake the dread flood made and see her drift your way she’ll try to speak but whisper weak she begs of you to stay a sorry tale I came to tell a warning strong and true when you take fright in the dead of night beware, she comes for you! |
Faith Canright is an award-winning writer from Oregon who creates poetry and dark fiction and is currently crafting a murder mystery novel. Look for her book of speculative poetry and short stories, Shadows and Sighs, co-authored with JD Jentri, coming Fall 2025. Faith is a follower of Jesus. faithcanright.com
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