Leukocytic

Her eyes are blue,
But tonight they've turned red
Not because they are reflecting
something red like an apple
More like blood is shooting toward her head

And I think I'll ride the leukocyte train
it's going fast

So fast that in no time I'll be
A tear rolling down her cheek
Melting on her lips only for the process to repeat
What should I do to make my mournful escape?

Grab her hair
Sliding down the jungle of strands
Until I dissolve into her shoulder blades
Imprisoned in her rib cage
with her lungs and heart
Vermilion blood
I just don't want to believe
that she lives and breaths
In a world I'm not apart of
And though my hand can't touch
My infatuation travels collectively with hers

Reviews

[Colette]

*snap *snap "And I think I'll ride the leukocyte train it's going fast" < I mean...who says that? You do! Awesome! come join my FB poetry group Please! :)

[Brett Moore]

Love the first two lines of the third stanza. Love the whole fourth stanza too. Great job!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Wow...where have you been?! Seriously, how have I not stumbled upon your writing yet? This was seriously good, my friend. I love the imagery, which is what really makes this piece. I mean, the idea is simple enough, you are missing someone, but the way you present it is what breathes the vast and varied brushstrokes into existence. I'm impressed.