If it was Only Bubonic

Just got fired. Here's my play on that old, lighthearted childrens'' rhyme.

 

"You're done."
The words jumped ship
               off his lips
And drowned in my cerebral fluids
A soft clip clop, reeking of uncertainty
Echoed from the fornication
      my soles on the dirty floor
My cheeks gained a layer of blush
Though I walked out makeup-less
         But there were the roses
Valentines day is a month away
With no money for chocolates
Mr. Frosts brother gave me bitter hugs
Underneath a new moon
        Ashes hit the pavement
Cancer and I? We're dating.
My house of cards?
                                 It all fell down.

Reviews

[Luke]

little bit all over the place and hard to follow...