White
White
I am pale, head to toe
and if dying be a fading,
I begin my descent,
from easy pink to opal.
Pearlescent blood barely
floating now through veins
supplied by a heart not
eager for activity.
About to sleep, I hear my child
call from far away or deep inside.
Color resumes and I am
wearing ruby slippers.
for Jeannie
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2014
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