Canvas

Poetry;
Illustration of
The mind's
Canvas.

The Doctor

Hello sir! What
Troubles you today?
Says the doctor
It's often this way

A smile at the
Surface, but beneath
Clear as ice:
One simple mistake and
The patient pays the price.

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This is what scares me the most about medicine. Knowing that the lives of others will be in my hands. I don't want to do accidental wrong. Heck, I don't want to do wrong, period.

But I'm only human. And humans make mistakes.

Perhaps I should pray to delay the onset of such humanity.

Haven

He finds shelter
In the haven of her hair; in
Mahogany wisps and
Cinnamon curls.

Realising, the
infinite delicacy
of a simple moment.

Advocate.

I wanted you.
But your bloody red lips opened.

I needed you.
But your pseudo emotions leaked and
Your words became dust.
Smiles became crooked and I was trapped
In your spider's web.

And now; I.
The master at deciphering your lies.

But still, I need you.

So languid; oh love.
Why are you so?
Twisted; distorted.
You snatched my soul.

My eyes hollowed, my heart a corpse.
And yet you stab me with your bullshit

word

after

word.

And yet you degrade me with your lies, as if I'm the devil's advocate.
With every syllable that spirals from your lips.

Seeing You.

Seeing you reminds me of

Lips

Pressing against my skin.
I feel your smile.
They drag, left to right,
Soft; firm.
A pink blush left in their wake.
I bite my own. You chuckle and reciprocate.

I blink. You're staring ahead.
Your gaze does not waver.
Do you know, I wonder?
That seeing you now
Wrenches at memories of

Kisses. Along my neck, down my collarbone.
Gently taking the skin of my earlobe
Between your teeth.

My eyes do not leave yours
Burning into mine. Seeing you
Makes me feel like a pathetic little girl with
A high school crush;

small and powerless.

You take a step towards me
But my feet have fixed themselves
To the rocky ground beneath them.

Another.

Inside I cry
For my limbs to obey.

They do not.

And now, you're only
A hand's length away.

Suddenly I can't bear to look at you.

Another step.
Closer, now.

So close
That your breath caresses
My cheeks. Close enough to smell wisps
Of the aftershave you're wearing.

I lean towards you instinctively

No.

I feel your hand reach out
And my mind screams at
My body to move.

I must go now.
I have to go now.

I walk away.