Crimson Waterfalls


In my crimson waterfalls
My fightful breath is drained away
Where once sat my heart
Beating, skipping
Scarlet with vitality
Is now gray, transparent
Colorless
For the rivulets of life
Have dripped away
In a running stream of ruby sparkles
Leaving me with
A somber, silvery organ, no longer tinged with blood
Covered with an icy frost of late
Leaving it an unmovable, useless
And hollow shell inside me


© Nicole Whaley 1998