In Sickness And In Health [vii]

Mmkay, new project. I am gonna write a series of poems...that tell a story. Like a poetic version of a concept album. Chaa. This is part 7.

Procastination- In Sickness And In Health{vii}

The rainbow tonics in a line,
antacids, paracetamols, ad nausem.
The fever explodes into a shower
of poisonious silver substance
and shimmering broken glass.

Is this just nerves for their union?
Can I not see this through?
Why? Why? Why? Why am I in love
with her?

The cascade of delicate ivory,
apon a silken white gown, a veil
like a lattice of spider's webs.

So they tell me.

I stand behind the barricade
of bridesmaids, my own bridal
laying heavy on my shoulders.
I am not a fit soldier. Yet I stand,
my green dress stained pus yellow
up the spine. Such a divine glow
from both their haloes.

I let my lip bleed my jealousy
of The Sunshine, for he's took my
sunshine from my grasp. I used to
be quite content, now he's taken
my angel. His angel now.

I let them think my salty raindrops-
that hit the ground with a stutter-
were tears of joyeous celebration.

Instead of purely selfish jealousy,
and a cardiac problem, my stain-glass
window, had been smashed.

Oh wow.
This gets better with every poem you write.

Whoa...I can picture it so easily, it's just...WOW.

So powerful, absolutely beautiful. I'm becoming insanely jealous of you.