Blink
Wet
concrete
I spit out
my tooth
Tea stained
enamel
Silver
filling
Blood
follows
I can hear
the siren
Its drawing
closer
The blood
mingles with the rain
The tooth
is washed downstream
The
ambulance is here
Its
midnight
My chariot
beckons
I blink
No one sees
He comes to
my bedside
And tells
me all things must die
I stare
through him
At the
teeth chattering on the walls
At the
decaying bouquets
In the
corner of the room
I took his
hand
And he
smiled
I am four years old
I slip off my stepping stool
And crack my tooth
I am thirteen years old
I kiss Mary Kitts
I feel her tongue in my mouth
I am fifteen
I fall down the stairs
The cat licks my ear
My knight in shining armour
I am eighteen
I am drunk
I fight with my dad
He swings first
I am twenty-one
She breaks my heart
I am twenty-five
The night is stained with semen and sweat
I am twenty-nine
I never saw the car coming
I never stood a chance
I wake up
I see dim
light below
It is the
birth of a galaxy
I know this
But I do
not know how I know this
I blink
The light
changes
Enhances
Glows fiercely
I blink
The light
turns from red to green
Dozens of
smaller lights circle around
I blink
The smaller
lights have become sentient
I watch
them watch me
They dart
in and out of my vision
Some approach
me
Some keep
their distance
I blink
The creatures
have become hostile
I blink
The creatures
are gone
I see
everything
I blink
A planet
appears
It is blue
I move
towards the surface
The clouds cushion
my descent
They are
comfortable
Like pillows
I blink
The impact from the vehicle
Travelling at seventy miles an hour
Flips me into the air
My head crashes first into the windshield
Then the concrete
The sounds I hear envelop me
Screaming
Horns
Whispers
The siren
The beep
The click
I am
staring at a blank canvas
I blink
Mountain
ranges burst forth from the land
Splitting
the world asunder
I blink
Rivers flow
Like tears
I blink
I feel each
tree
Each leaf
As it
punches through the ground
I blink
I am a bird
now
I am
everything that ever was
I blink
I see
planets
I see
galaxies
I see the
universe
And I see
my wife
Sat by my
hospital bed
In tears
Stroking my
hair
Begging me
To just
wake up
I am seven years old
Chris Rogers is punching me in the stomach
Everyone is cheering
I struggle to my feet
Pick up a rock
And smash it into his face
His teeth fly out
The screams part the crowd
The teacher grabs my throat
I wake up
My wife has
gone
Her bag is
on the chair next to my bed
She will
return to me
As I have
returned to her
I blink.Stu Buck is a chef turned poet living in North Wales. His debut collection is due for release Oct 16. He has a poetry blog @ writeoutloud.net/blogs/stubuck and can now be found embracing the 21st century on twitter @stuartmbuck. He writes a weekly blog for literary magazine Under the Fable which can be found @ www.underthefable.co.uk
This is seriously good.
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