blue pilled blanket

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

blue pilled blanket

on the floor

in the cube room.

 

illusion of softness and warmth

on tile and concrete.

sterile, bleach, barking dogs.

 

gray-haired lady

pats the blue shirted arm.

settle down here,

he’ll be right in.

 

blue jeaned legs sink to the floor

onto the blue pilled blanket.

sleek striped dog fur

settles on the blue pillow,

against the blue jeans.

 

starched white coat, sympathetic gaze,

blue juice in the syringe.

softly spewed meaningless words.

rehearsed death talk.

 

blue eyes shed shiny spots

dampening fur below.

muscles tremble,

painless, they say.

blue serum meets red blood.

 

heavy head rests

on the blue shirted arm.

barrel chest heaves

one final sigh.

 

dead muscles spasm in the absence of a heartbeat.

nose muscles twinge, try to suck air into dead lungs.

false warmth, false scent.

not alive.  anymore.

 

blue shirted arm lifts

the furry dead face.

salty kisses many kisses,

leaking human nose

sucks in her scent,

 

before lowering that dead,

precious head to the

blue pilled blanket.

 

 

04/16/09

Maisy RIP 12/28/03 – 01/15/09