Emotional Realism

by Emma

The blood almost drowns me, as it crashes nonchalantly through my veins,
Like a river,
It flows up stream,
Forever changing direction,
But remaining fluid,
Warming my soul.

My tears run freely, ever aware, they spread,
Moist against flesh,
Dampening yet rich,
Reflection poised in the light,
Spreading faster,
Yet silently alive.


The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…