Under

I died

Let out a furtive breath

a ghost trapped in a cave.

I slip out of my skin

fingers stretch tenderly over cold stone

Which warm with winds through my ethereal lips

No longer constrained to one form

I bend and curve effortlessly throughout the rarely ploughed terrain

through gashes in granite

Caressing quartz and onyx, obviously

These feelings will be terrifying

(even spirits get spooked)

But in time I hope to sink to the bottom of a bottomless pit

The safest haunt

Bright, beautiful flora in a wet, hidden place

I will be the air, water and earth

Spreading further and further

And forget myself infinitely,

deeper and deeper.