Evaporation

by Paul Tristram / December 3rd, 2017

Skin and Bones, she lays there…
upon a sickly hospital bed life raft.
Insides vice-like, stomach cramps
and nausea throne-rule the abstract day.
It started as ‘Self Control’
but, quickly disintegrated
into a foe-less War…
objection-less and unimportant.
The Feeding Pipes
worm into her barren soul,
sustenance is such hard work.
She folded her Spirit up
and locked it inside a minute, narrow box,
then hid it somewhere out of reach,
upon the thinly veiled cusp of consciousness.
Bed pans, mostly unrewarded and unemployed…
delicate ‘Trickles’ and ‘Smears’ only.
Waking up, is like trying to breath
through a suffocating window pane,
with the yellowy Ward light
still far too bright to comprehend properly,
concentrate or focus upon.
All is cotton wool…
grating like sandpaper upon a ‘Quick’
This is Nothing but a shuddering Waiting Room.
She knows she’s still alive…
for this very morning
a pen dropped from her anorexic fingers
and Atom Bombed the sterile floor tile beside her.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ is available to purchase right here . Also his collection of shorter fiction Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves' is available to purchase at https://bookgoodies.com/a/B0DFMTSR4F Both books are published by Close To The Bone Publishing. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, December 3rd, 2017 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.