Don’t leave me now
Don’t say it’s the end of the road
-from “Don’t Leave Me Now,” by Roger Waters
Hold me down, count my ribs.
Show me my blood
in red and white
Steal my legs
and then my lungs.
Stick in the needle, drain my veins.
Peel back my hair, my skin, my scalp
Burn my flesh
with your tender touch
as you hold my hand and
beg me not to go
This is a 55 word poem inspired by a sad song, as prompted in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. I think I’ve veered a bit from the original prompt, but this was what I needed to write today.