Just Another Commute

A horror poem. (Graphic content)

Image by Steve Halama, found via Unsplash.

I saw a woman’s handbag

Ruffled, crushed and emptied

On the concrete. Its contents

Spread across the sides

Of the sidewalk

And miscellaneous women’s clothes

Torn apart

Laid out a clear pathway to my destination

A blood trail, not that familiar crimson

But instead yellow

Since separating from the plasma

Bathed in the sunlight, though it

Wouldn’t tan as my skin has.

Or as my brain has.

My feet continued to carry me forwards

My mind was tortured

By the thought of what I might find

And there

In the road

Deserted

Were the borders of a body

No chalk line yet,

Just the chalk white

Skeleton. Some meat still

Attached, hanging

Down

But all skin displaced,