Miscalculation Of Depth

Haven’t done any poetry in a while. Prompt from Five Sentence Fiction and words from The Sunday Whirl.

Prompt: Accident

The deep cut should’ve been my clue as the visions danced like bright fairies before my eyes

I quickly became a nebulous thing, red blood dripping, my spirit hovering above my prone body

Opaque breath in this spirit realm, this place I never meant to go, a bleak moment caused by my terrible timing

A torch of light beckons me higher, away from my greying form that I can’t get back to, that I can’t even touch

The crush of my mistake, a knife plunged too deep, carrying me away from the promise that is the rest of my life

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