Violet veins
They are lithe
Making a multitude of etchings across my varicose body
Disconnecting when they reach my brain
An echoing heart monitor
Plays through a TV screen
Reflecting the same colour that rises within me
And everyone in the house is silent
Their mouths move, but I have turned down the volume
So my heartbeat reverberates endlessly
A doctor snaps a photo
And it comes out purple; leaking
Is this the waste product of a human soul?
It is a bitter wine,
the liquid which imbues my arteries
Filling the elision
Between hopefullness, and ambiguity
With violent purple
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Alana Samuel
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I am a 19 year old aspiring poet, with a passion for surrealism and gothic poetry
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Bleeding heart
“You know, if they find me, we're done for.” Lucia said, with her head turned away from me. I was standing over her as she lay across a large, tattered sofa with her hair fanned out behind her. Her dark skin contrasted with the white dress she wore, and her eyes had a permanent faraway look in them. Like she was dreaming she was somewhere else. Sill, the most striking thing about her was the gold, heart-shaped locket hanging around her neck. This is what they were all looking for - what they would kill to have. Even from deep down in our bunker, we could hear the chaos that reigned outside.
By Alana Samuel5 years ago in Fiction
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