Read Sens
8 years later…
The bed sheet had imprints of suns and flowers and little cute creatures, but even they seemed to be dull and full of sense of demise. She was in her bed, lying insentient, unaware of the last rites of the Person being done but aware of comfort having been gone forever. Her reddened face had become dry as the fever did not agree to slacken.
Eventually the Nurse found vein, and inserted needle in it. The Antibiotic immediately started performing its task as it blended with blood. White blood cells were encouraged to see new friends helping with the war against melancholy. They sent a message to the Brain through neurons and it responded in some seconds.
She opened her eyes slightly. The white light was intense, which created irregular shapes; but she saw a smiling face. Her lips also curved a smile and her hands tried to reach the shape as she felt the same comfort. But the light was gone and her eyes were closed.
“The fever must release its hold by evening. The dose is quite strong,” said the Doctor.
Any conscious human would have felt that high dose, but she did not feel the pain.
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"White blood cells were encouraged to see new friends helping with the war against melancholy."
you're brilliant with words.
Please keep writing.
The ending implication leaves a lot open to interpretation. Very interestingly weaved
I must say that a poem is not just a collection of words but something that creates an impact on the senses here in this case just words put together but not much impact.
Its never hard to feel a pain.Its just the getting over it thats tough.....
but,Cheers for ur writing!!:)
yeah sure.....but as long as ye don see em off.... find me on orkut...and the links are there.
Excessively wordy again. And this sequel makes me wonder down what path you're leading the reader.
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