A drop-
here,
there,
and sparsely spread
down by the open door-
smeared, walked through-
down on the laminate floor.
A drop of blood
next to another drop
next to another drop
next to a larger drop
next to a puddle of blood
dragging its feet as it draws outward
from the centerpiece, a deposit of human hair.
The head, with eyes devoid of life,turned to the side.
The arms, bent backwards, cracked forward.
The hands, palm down, pushed up.
Blood, dripping down in drops,
Escaped every orifice,
as the deceased
now stood
before
me.
Now,
it tread towards me.
I run.
Pain,
I release you.
Now go away.
Stop being that persistent ache
That punished me long ago.
Stop prying tears from dry eyes.
I have cried them long ago.
Pain,
Stop hiding within objects.
Stop hiding within words.
Stop hiding within actions,
that remind me of the gone.
Pain,
I want to remember the sights
with joy.
I want to remember the smells,
with joy.
I want to remember the best
of everything
and do everything but cry.
Please pain,
I release you.
Now go away.
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