Infection

A break in my skin split wide open

Under lies whispered from your lips

And I sutured it back together

Not as quickly as I should have

But I kept saying this was not as

Bad as it looked as I bled

Waited to heal , on my own

 

But the infection spread

Left there by your hands

Resistant to the balms

Of my amateur efforts

 

And now I am septic

Feverish with thoughts

Of what death is

Not the moment,

When lights

Fade away

But the white,

 Scalding flashes

Of poison

In another’s

eyes

Reviews

[Sujash I. Purna]

Nice piece of writing...yes we are amateur writers...