"aed" poems
The tundra drips Wild West like bad cinematography in theaters emptied out like popcorn bags
Desolation finds me staying warm
My blood may be the only boiling hope in this land
Trails of DNA on old bandages asking someone to look at my scars to prove my time here
My time is measured with broken wind dial microphones
Screaming for AED support bands
Artificial shock therapy reminding me there is still time
That this life is not leaking moments of divided glory
This moment right now...
Will never happen again
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
Muscles ache,
another night kicking myself over
something I said.
or should have.
Anxiety eating at the marrow of my bone,
my blood slows.
To see your face again would be a
happy torture to my dying heart.
A few pulses from the shock,
an emotional AED
fusing life into my small vessel.
The candle of light in my lungs getting too smoky for themselves.
Suffocating.
My brain like a time bomb
ticking with thoughts of deprivation
just seconds from explosion.
My body is a sinking ship,
but the captain no longer lives in my skull.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC