Contagious.

A haunted woman, with an inevitable future.

As I scamper through the streets

there's a woman I happen to meet

my eyes squint at her fiery red hair

her constellation of freckles surrounds the frown she wears

Like a soulless corpse she walks

in a gown for the sick, no shoes nor socks

I bring my head to her shoulder

the warmth of my own becomes colder

Craning her neck to meet my gaze

the woman can't seem to get out of her daze

I ask her if she's alright

that's when I notice her pupils are pure white

I step back in pure fear

on her face glides down a tear

no one else seems to notice her

they all walk by in a hazy blur

Suddenly she races ahead

as if all her thoughts are consuming her head

I close my eyes when I hear the bang

her scream rings out as my guilt pangs

I run towards her lifeless frame

the serial numbers on her bracelet proclaims

death had already stolen her under it's wing

my pupils begin to intensely sting

I look into my reflection by the broken glass

my soul no longer visible, my irises no longer last

my eyes widen in realization

her disease will become my fixation

Author's Note

Feedback, criticism, strengths and weakness, si vous plais.

Reviews

[A. H. Pinley]

I would have to say that the last stanza needs to be solid, so I will suggest some things.
Looking at my reflection in the broken glass,
My soul no longer visible (really like this bit), irises (create something new using irises, maybe say depleted)
that's when I realize (rework)
my future is now finalized (rework)

That's when I realize my distant future now finalized???

[Usuallyconfused]

I will try to adjust the last two sentences, thanks.

[kaekay]

That's a beautiful piece.....well written..captivating...

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the story in the poetry. Create mystery, danger and bad ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry. Well-written and interesting tale.
Coyote

[Usuallyconfused]

That means a lot to me, merci.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.