Invention…. does not consist in creating out of void but out of chaos~ Mary Shelley The GraverobberJuly 18th, 2022Sirens blare, A yellow VW van lays stranded on the side of the road, Vines and thorns covering the windows,Tombstone slabs off-centered, sinking,This tract of land abandoned by time.Crimes long forgotten, Wrongs never righted. I sit in this nitrogen minefield,With nary a light to sneak a glimpse,Only the passing headlights, Lighting my damned way, Shining through the lost ethereal soulsAs I continue my search.Moonlight shining barely, Through the healthy fresh trees, Who secretly feed on the decomposing flesh below. Nature feeding on man.My shovel, my chipped companion,Is my only partner in crime,We match in our cracking, damaged form,I lean on her as I climb up and out, Of yet another false promise. Another resting place defiled. Another cryptid curse cast. Another rushed prayer to a God begging for forgiveness. I do not relish in these acts. The screaming souls unresting in my ancient mind. Bleeding phosphorescent nails scratching at the inside of my ivory skull.But I will not stop until I see your slumbering form. You thought you could hide in the ground.Sleep with the minerals and jewels below.Preserved until another generation forgets what you’ve done. I was once young. I was once old. Now I am bones. Scraping along a discordant melody across our terra.I will find you even if this skeleton soon fade to dust. The wind will guide me to you,And I will kill you from the inside out.Seeping in through your nose and mouth. For your sake, you should wish I find you soon. If not, I will drown you in dust underneath the tall grass. Heed my warning dear enemy,I remember the crimes long forgottenI am the Judgement of the wrongs never righted. You cannot escape your victimYou cannot escape me