Aftermath

Stained glass
illustrates the sacredness
of this place

A stainless steel blade
a quick flash
it’s done

The slashes of red
an obscene canvas
of pain and madness

The soft light
gives this space
its cathedral-like feel

Pale white skin
marred by your hand
mutilated and raw

In contrast your face
translucent and white
looks at peace in this mess

Trembling hands press 911
a toneless voice
requests assistance

Standing stock still
waiting for responders
a voice speaks incoherent words

Strangers handle your limp body
wishing it could be me
but I’m rooted to the spot

Your sanctuary
now crawling with strangers
my throat is black with sorrow

Madness races through my mind
how can this place be restored
what will become of your lifeblood

As you’re tended to
my hand is bandaged
your key has bitten into my flesh

My blood has left its mark here
small droplets punctuate my last stand
white and red overwhelms

A statement is required
my lips cannot move
as these strangers hover

My eyes follow
as you’re moved
and the door closes

Author's Note

~ acrylic on canvas, MCS

Reviews

[J3ssInJupit3r]

I love the picture first of all, did you draw/paint it? It is beautiful and I love how it can mean something to everyone. Your poem captures my attention, creates fear, sends chills up the spine. I actually just wrote a gruesome poem kind of like this. I enjoyed reading it and I want to read more. Great job.

[MCS]

Thank you for coming by reading commenting, it means a lot. Yes the canvas is one of mine.

[J3ssInJupit3r]

It is simplistically beautiful :) Do you draw often?

[MCS]

Thank you so much for those kind words. I try to work in the studio daily, I draw and paint mostly.

[Jamestown]

Amazing writing, great flow, wording and non stop imagery!
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[MCS]

James thank you for your visit and kind words