After the Night
Laying there looking around
not seeing anything
not seeing the television
not seeing the window
not seeing what is on the other side of the window
not seeing a world past the window
not seeing anything but blood
streaming out of the mouth like a waterfall
creating a black puddle on the floor
black nothing but black
creating a flood indoors
and outdoors
drowning the roses
drowning the pansies
drowning the lilies and irises
drowning my whole life out
the blood dries
and empties through the pit
where love, trust and hope lay at the bottom
beneath the layers of humanity
lost and remain uncovered
until the cold marble of my skin
is warmed by your gentle touch
holding onto me
even though I am falling
I never fall too far
into the vat of blood
from your heart
that comforts protects
and provides the best security
that can only come with
the silence of your skin
blanketing my soul.
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