untitled: prose poem
Prose poem for my creative writing class.
Darling, you’ve become pale
I can see the bone through the transparency of skin
Touching you is more like a chore, (than ever before)
Once lustrous gold spun locks is now mangy strings
Stretched wool, that’s worn out
I can feel the life slowly slipping away.
Darling, you’ve become weak
A little more is lost every day
Sweet kisses are now repulsive as I stare at the spidery veins
Warmth from a hug (you once so liked)
Is now provided from a teddy bear
Who likes my arms, calls them safe.
Darling, you’ve become obsessed
Am I no longer in the picture? (The one we painted together)
The words of a stranger are more important to you
Am I no longer needed, to be your crutch (cast aside)
Is my love so worthless in your eyes?
(Your dead empty eyes)
Darling, wake up.
Darling, you’ve become pale
I can see the bone through the transparency of skin
Touching you is more like a chore, (than ever before)
Once lustrous gold spun locks is now mangy strings
Stretched wool, that’s worn out
I can feel the life slowly slipping away.
Darling, you’ve become weak
A little more is lost every day
Sweet kisses are now repulsive as I stare at the spidery veins
Warmth from a hug (you once so liked)
Is now provided from a teddy bear
Who likes my arms, calls them safe.
Darling, you’ve become obsessed
Am I no longer in the picture? (The one we painted together)
The words of a stranger are more important to you
Am I no longer needed, to be your crutch (cast aside)
Is my love so worthless in your eyes?
(Your dead empty eyes)
Darling, wake up.