POV: Orihime, addressing her brother
Pairing: None
Author's Note: Hello. I will go ahead and warn you right now. I am not aiming to be eloquent with my poetry, though that may sometimes happen, and I am not trying to make it rhyme, though that may also sometimes happen. I'm not the best poet in the world, and I very much believe in the power of the free-verse. I'm just trying to evoke emotion, which (in my humble opinion) is what poetry should do. The poems in this collection will range from the very long to the very short. If you read this poem below and like it, which I hope you will, please feel free to either wait for the next chapter or check out my poetry oneshots for the Bleach category, The Plum Blossoms Fly at Midnight and Revenge as an Art Form. As always, feedback is much appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Dead Man Whispering
In my darkest hours,
I can still feel you on my back
Broken, twisted
Your bones jutting into my ribs
Everyone sees us
But no one helps us
Just hang on a little longer,
I plead desperately
There's help just up ahead
Hang on 'til then
In my darkest hours,
Your blood still drips onto me
Staining my shirt
And dying my hair
A deep, deep red
Your blood seems to come down,
Like an autumn rain
Heavy, unrelenting
Breathtakingly cold
In my darkest hours
Your voice still whispers in my ear
Reminding me
Of how much I still have to lose