Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
She was blue at the bedside ragged and warm as sirens signaled savage red and yellow far away; 'I love you,' she whispered. Tuesday's solemn droning sent a cool breeze over the hills, and coughing sludge at breakfast, and no one was home... except for her, with eyes like war-torn rivers flooding rooms dressed in shadows, and her mind lit like a film rolling silent in the darkened house. She was pale curled up in a chair and started to doze psychosis war-torn sweet as Death a sharpened mystique graced her thigh and cheek. And beauty's embalmment played in her head, and like schizophrenic spilling milk, she woke. The sky was beyond and untouchable, as Tuesday's solemn droning sent cold upon the streets and the lips of children were made chapped.
0
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
U.F.O. No. 17
She was blue at the bedside ragged and warm as sirens signaled savage red and yellow far away; 'I love you,' she whispered. Tuesday's solemn droning sent a cool breeze over the hills, and coughing sludge at breakfast, and no one was home... except for her, with eyes like war-torn rivers flooding rooms dressed in shadows, and her mind lit like a film rolling silent in the darkened house. She was pale curled up in a chair and started to doze psychosis war-torn sweet as Death a sharpened mystique graced her thigh and cheek. And beauty's embalmment played in her head, and like schizophrenic spilling milk, she woke. The sky was beyond and untouchable, as Tuesday's solemn droning sent cold upon the streets and the lips of children were made chapped.
joe-meredith
Written by
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem