Current's Pull

Written by: regina branham

Against the current; frantically
fighting its pull
pushing arms - losing strength
relaxed as thoughts drift
to her

yellow ribbons curling,
tangling


bare limbs; flowing red
locks, intertwined around
his little finger;
cold; numb of feel
lungs gasping for lips
full and pink upon his
lifeless green eyes - begging
him to come
home