911 or no?

by Alisa Js

and if I had to crawl
to scrape myself along the boards
those ragged wooden beams laid out
against this cold, hard floor.
splinters growing sharp,
towards the knees now begging
soaked in red
behind the blue and tackless smirks
of never mind
and melt into
a wonderland
of numbing blinds.
bleached back to happenstance...

would you notice
as I lay stiff
like the wood
and barely there,
growing colder as I sank
into the tomb of us
the hope of us
once on fire and now in disrepair

tell me, would you turn
and stare, or simply walk away?
annoyed at such a bloody mess
upset that now your floor was red.
would you call for help?
or leave me
dying still,
vying for another chance
as you made your way,
that now another one
has fallen from your grasp...


Posted on 04/10/2009
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/10/09 at 12:00 PM

I love your imagery in this, especially in the first brilliantly quick stanza. Wonderful stuff.

Posted by William Brunk on 09/30/09 at 09:52 PM

i have had to ask that same question...painful to have to consider.

Posted by Johnny Crimson on 11/23/09 at 04:19 PM

Wow. Just wow.

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