deepundergroundpoetry.com

would you like photos?...

... the nurse asks
in room 8
on the the 3rd floor.
it is the 10th day
of the 10th month
& it may be dark
beyond the white blinds,
but i don't need
flash photography
to remember
the many shades of
dead on arrival blue
bruising her skin

she's medical waste,
the matron says
at the checkout desk
2days &
countless hours later
& they've already
incinerated biohazard bags
& never breathing babies
who aren't fit for
caskets or prayers.
i suppose we're meant to
bury the memories.

i leave emptier
with my hands
full of flowers,
overflowing
with understanding
what plath meant
about tulips.
Written by _shadoe_ (yiyi)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 12 reading list entries 3
comments 6 reads 748
Commenting Preference: 
The author has chosen not to accept comments.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:06am by SweetKittyCat5
COMPETITIONS
Today 3:47am by ExistentialBread
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:55am by BA_Royrp
POETRY
Today 1:22am by Grace
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 11:57pm by neves
SUGGESTIONS
Yesterday 11:51pm by ursa