Crimson

This poem is to anyone and everyone. Read it and you'll know what I mean.

The river is flowing downstream

Into the sink underneath it

I watch my arm as the little crimson

Droplets collide to form a line

That steams down my pale arm

And into the ceramic sink bowl underneath it

 

I thought I’d be okay but I’m not

I thought I’d stay high for a little longer but I didn’t

I thought I’d forget about it all but I haven’t

I thought I could remain sane

Truth is I can’t

 

 

The blade looks beautiful

In all it’s shining glory

Sometimes it speaks to me

As if my name is holy

 

The blade is all I ever want

The blade is all I ever need

The blade controls me like no other

The blade wants me and not another

 

 

I watch the blade

And I watch the stream

Both of them have their very own beauty

 

 

But the river is the most beautiful

I watch it for a little longer

Until my eyes can’t stay open

Until my knees underneath me weaken

Until blackness swallows me

 

 

I like my little river

I like its crimson color

I like my little river

Because it assures me that there’s no tomorrow

Author's Note

Just feel it. Run with it.

Reviews

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cute write. smooth. :)