Blitzy_UK

January 18, 2008

it was in my hand
like a stone
the red deep with rage
running quickly away
shiver
breeze
red robbed of its moisture
its speed and colour
blue took its place
speed slower
but dark as rolling clouds
of thunderstorms
shiver
stillness of my chest
my left breast
there too
once red
now blue
barely felt knuckle
graze on the gravel
but i knew
all around
shapes become colours
lips no longer part
one last thought
i smile.