Blush petals shine at the edge of your lips,
And your marbled skin has turned cold as stone.
Your body all angles and twisted bone,
Jagged trees show out where the flesh has ripped.
You're fine, as am I. Thirty depressions,
Two breaths. They say you are cold, so I leave,
And fetch the blanket which I'm sure you need.
A shared look. I watch an act in session.
Late. I imagine being here sooner.
You sit upright. We go to hospital.
I bring flowers and a scarf made of wool.
It's red, and it is like some grand treasure,
Cascading round your slender, pulsing nape,
Alive and perfect in our drab dreamscape.
Read Denial Cycle #5
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yikes...having given CPR this has a fine edge to it...and the desire to get there sooner...
ReplyDeleteIt seems this time there is actually a somewhat happy ending. I was a trained "First Responder" where I used to work, learned First Aid, CPR and use of AED. Thankfully never had to use, but other first responders in our group actually saved a truck driver that suffered a heart attack while making a delivery to our building. Amazing capture in your story, thanks for sharing this!
ReplyDeleteJagged trees show out where the flesh has ripped.
ReplyDeleteYou're fine, as am I. Thirty depressions,
Two breaths.
Hard to imagine why someone would try to take their own life... I like half way through, the poem "A shared look". Makes you worry for them both...
Haunting, this poem.
Hey Adam
ReplyDeleteexcellent write... you compress much...condense may be a better word choice...tight and well crafted... with impact :)