Friday, July 16, 2010

Blood Work

she is buffeted by the strong winds of
change. Scattered about as dandelion
fluff in a raging storm.
Vision blurred to time and space, she
reaches. Hands spread out to feel..
anything, something.
Shaking and dizzy. Each tremble a
tiny but shattering vibration.

All that she needs, desires, she cannot
grasp. She no longer understands these
emotions. Like everything else in her
shortened life, they are gone.

What she does know,what she feels
churning in her soul,
is the one thing remaining.
This is blood work. No more, none less.

1 comment:

  1. Dark dark dark....this one goes to the pit of my stomach and stays there