Easy Chair

It started with the nose bleeds. He bled on his pillow

and all over his satin blankets. He bled onto his work shirt

and also onto his shoes. His friends would often point

out that he had bled into his beer, or onto his plate. It ended

with him never going outside. Worried that life was trying to

take itself back from him, he gave it what it wanted. 

Reviews

[Leap]

This is very good...I like it much.

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

that last line is incredible.. amazing, love

the blood creates such a vivid image in my mind

[Brittany]

A life in seclusion really isn't a life at all. This is megalomania begot from paranoia. The tie between blood and life is apparent, and unstoppable. Almost like a preservation from humiliation is in fact, sacrificing one's freedom. I think. Maybe I fell short on this one.