Joanna Mackintosh – The Bereaved

The Bereaved

The broken twig snaps,

Splintering all but my bitter soul upon the ground.

A coldness creeps upon me,

I fear,

I embrace,

I love.

So beautiful, the falling leaves of Autumn,

The crescent moon within the sky.

I hate that I should see when you do not,

That I should feel what you cannot.

Forgive me for the life I breathe,

I breathe with laboured guilt.

The broken twig snaps,

My foot,

Upon your grave.



I am a 31 year old author and mother of three living in Forres on the north east coast of Scotland. I have been creatively writing for as long as I can remember and love to write in the genre of horror and science fiction. I recently won story of the month in The Long Story Short Magazine and am hoping to continue my success.
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