I Killed Someone Today

It wasn't premeditated

I didn't even know

didn't see death coming

didn't see the blow

It was over before it started

Just a flash before my eyes

My vision was compromised

Death in disguise

One moment, we're laughing

feelings an all time high

the next, blood is everywhere

and there are flashing lights

I stand paralyzed,

stunned out of my mind

My hands outreaching

as frozen in time

I hear muffled voices

and muffled screams

I'm wet and cold

standing in a blood stream

People are pushing

I'm tossed about

still motionless

and begin to snap out

Shaking my head

and looking around

I follow their stares

down to the ground

At my feet

-- a heart

and now it comes

the screaming part

Who is screaming

oh it's me

whose heart, whose blood

could this be

I'm frantically looking

as I'm taken back

put in an ambulance

with a heart in a pack

Shaken still 

but calmer somehow

the blood on my hands

looks redder now

It won't wipe off

No matter how hard I try

It's freaking me out

It should have been me to die

The body laying next to me

empty chest and dead

was clearly my friend

and he too was all red

They took his lifeless body

and the heart to put back

for someone dear to claim him

since I'm no longer that

It wasn't premeditated

his conscious played a part

of me standing frozen

and bloody with his heart.

Author's Note

Please leave a comment. obviously fiction.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Superb. What a way to describe the death of friendship. (that blood never washes out completely btw)
How quickly the tide can turn, from bff's to denying each others existence.
We have a saying here (what, just one?), that whits fir ye winnae go by ye, which, in case you dont speak shrek, means what is meant to be, will be.
You may also be interested to know, that only people doing an impression have ever said that common phrase of scots "its a braw bricht moonlicht nicht the nicht", as no scot has ever said it, apart from me in this explanstion.
S**t! I think i'll be deported now for using it :)

[Margie F]

I have a Scotish penpal. He's never said it ;) shhh I won't report ch'ya.

[Relic]

And good fiction too. I enjoy a story poem once in a while and this was enjoyable to read despite its horror. :)

Nicely done.

[Margie F]

Thank you Relic.

[Paul Bell]

Sort of like death on a Monday, maybe Tuesday too.
But it just had to be done.
Some hearts through time just get torn out.
You don't even notice it till it's pointed out to you.
Like your play on words.

[Margie F]

Thank you for your response.

[john l smith]

I guess if things are going down the toilet, it may as well be set to music, er, poetry.
Have the constabulary got hold of this?
Dave B

[Margie F]

I charged myself. Doing time. Being more cautious -- with my friendly rhyme. Thank you for reading and your comment. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like this...a perfect metaphor for the death or murder of another's heart, and the guilt felt.
And it reminds me of what has been said in several of my break ups..."it isn't you, it's me"
and how often is that not really true.
but like Lazarus we come back from the emotional death...and walk again, right back into love.
j.

[Margie F]

J, thank you for your feedback. You're so right, and thank you for reminding me of Lazarus, and the fact that we will walk again right back into love. Beautiful!

[barleygirl]

Since I love rhyme & rhythm, this snappy flow & pacing really pulls me into a compelling read of realistic bleary-eyed dawning horrors. The best part of this is how your narrator seems to be suspended in a wonky balance of seeing and not seeing what's before him/her, so authentic for those first moments of horrific realization (for any bad scene, not just this one). Vivid writing! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Margie F]

Thank you so much for your feedback and friend request.