Days of 1993

Time stopped February twentieth.
Tests taken, processed—
seven warning signs
predicted their results.

Let it rip through disease
like a knife in tender flesh:
morphine, radiation,
burn it out, take it down.

“Three months, maximum”—
one day, one week, one month,
two. April showers pounded down
intravenous rain clouds.

Calendars flipped to August;
Their glossy pages felt like
his thinning skin after all
the needles finished their job.

December tenth hit
like a frozen winter wall.
A last breath sighed out
of his tissue paper lips

Burning frost hung so low
engraved in icy memory:
trade Christmas for a funeral,
December ’93.



~written for an assignment in a writing workshop, again.

Kind of choppy in some places, and a little lame but I still liked it.

Let it rip through disease
like a knife in tender flesh:
morphine, radiation,
burn it out, take it down.

That's really beautiful..sounds like the bridge in a FFAF song.

And I love the Cobain quote in your profile...well, he said something similar to that.

Oh god, that is so sad. But beautiful.

“Three months, maximum”—
one day, one week, one month,
two. April showers pounded down
intravenous rain clouds.

I loved that stanza. "intravenous rain clouds"? Brilliant. It really captures... hopspitals. And other things.

Burning frost hung so low
engraved in icy memory:
trade Christmas for a funeral,
December ’93.

That too. Sorry, I have no critique. This is amazing.

it was a bit choppy, but i really do love your poetry. it's very descriptive but still holds purpose and point.

intravenous rain clouds

wow. and the last stanza - great. i loved the rhythm and rhyme.