DepthsMore Like This
Rarely to pass by
The thoughts of you
And all that was done
The simple feel of the wind about me
Lifting my hair from my shoulders
Swept back in a gentle breeze
The waves crashing down upon the shores
Sending myst and sand to my legs
Feel the droplets against my chest
Walking further still
Ankle deep in the waters
The waves rising to my calves
Sinking once more to my ankles
The myst caressing my neck
The feel of the cool breeze
A soothing feel as the icy waters
To my hips
The water's icy embrace around my waist
As I trail fingertips across the surface
That icy chill
Stealing into me
A reassuring touch
Where there is so little to be sure of
I am be sure of one thing
AmputateMore Like This
I can hear the murmurs in the next room. I'm wringing my hands infront of me, in my lap. I'm wearing nothing more then a white sheet, sitting in a bed.
Hospitals have always frightened me. And now they tell me I have this disease...incurable and contagious. So now I am here. Majority rules really, because I said to just let this infection take it's course. I didn't want it to change at all. I figured let it stay.
Now here is the nurse, pulling one arm of mine to straighten out. Slide in the needle, IV. No pain surprisingly, for such a large needle. I saw the blood, but felt no prick, no pain. Just this odd sense of foreboding. Like a justified murder.
So now she is gone. And here I am thinking more why this had to happen. I'm not one of the sheep, nor ever of the flock. I always walked alone and stood out. But I never thought it would be like this.
So now I reach down to grab my charts from the foot of my bed, near pulling the IV out but I don't care. Sitting back down I cross my legs