Roots wrap round blanched bones
branches stark vent the air
howls and screams of despair
speak of how I am entrenched
in twisted frame of creeping death
no leaf nor bud shall grow again
as from ancient roots deep
my ice blood does slowly seep
loosened from this writhing tree
my spirit still may wander free
to haunt the man who cast the stone
and turned my precious flesh to bone.
©ChristineNedahl
Almonds and Olives 
Very haunting, Chris. Great imagery and enough information to let the reader’s imagination do the work.
Thank you.
Spooky!!! Really like this – a shiver ran down my spine when I read it.
Thank you. Not a new one but edited.