The broken flourescent light cracks across
Its transparent shapelessness
As it washes down the eight assorted pills
Down his throat
Like a small waterfall
Crashing against an unwilling stream
Whose never-resting surface
Survives on the falling, meandering mood
Of the teardrops above
The world his mouth was
Like the sea, the never-resting sea
Crashing against the cracks of his lips
Of which his breathing
Will never give rest
Even when his body has finally rested
In the depths of that glass of water
colored by the eight assorted pills of the sky.
For this prompt:
You’re at the beach, lounging on your towel, when a glistening object at the water’s edge catches your eye. It’s a bottle — and yes, it contains a message. What does it say?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us WATER.
I haven’t been able to write prompts recently since I was hospitalized for four days due to my mental illness. No phones, no Internet. It proved to be good for me, although the psychiatrist was something else entirely.
Now it’s back to school and to the hell of a life I live. 😛