the sick smile at you

surviving a pandemic, several lockdowns, a world turned on it's head -it has been awful to be honest, and sometimes i pray to a non existent god that i didn't make it to today

coughing, blood pulsating through their

mouth-

claustrophobic and brilliant,

the taste of iron that shoots into their 

nostrils,

as they stare,

with panicked, glorified eyes

at their pale skin-

eyes plagues with red underlines,

bags that stretch continuously

a powdery complexion, ghostly and ghastly,

cracked lips,

seething angrily, pulsating the blood round

and round and round

from the arms, to the heart, to the legs,

dangling with sorrow,

disappointed,

the blood seeps everywhere, ever present,

a reminder of a timer,

tick, tick, tick tick- it stops eventually,

an affair, a murder, a suicide,

tick tick,

the blood pounds in my ear drums,

violent wretching,

a taste, disgusting and metallic,

clinging to my mind,

i head to bed.

Author's Note

i would like to ask anyone to tell me their interpretation of this poem,
it's odd i'd say, but i had fun writing it so i can't complain

please ignore grammatical errors i.e. lack of capital letters; that is a stylistic choice!!

Reviews

[Lathen Griffiths]

Hi Karina, my interpretation of your poem ‘the sick smile at you’ was that it could possibly be a take on the day in the life of a nurse or a doctor, they spend their days facing the woes and illnesses of many, perhaps even taking time to try and cheer up their patients. It must be difficult to not take it home at the end of the day or shift, we are each affected by seeing others suffer. Interesting poem and post.

Best wishes,

Lathen