Tuesday, 21 September 2010

Tuxedo

Tuxedo hanging on the cupboard door.

Burgundy bow tie hanging off the jacket pocket.

A rose, poking out of the button hole, its colour matching the tie.

The corner of the best man's speech peeks out from under the pillow.

On the floor, right next to the perfectly polished black patent shoes,

and the crimson blood,

lies an empty bottle of pills, with a story to tell,

but there was no-one there to listen.

7 comments:

Lynda Halliger-Otvos said...

powerful message

Anonymous said...

You write strong things.

Was the deceased the best man or the groom?

InsomniacMedic said...

anon - sorry - but i can't put down any more details... hope you understand!

InsomniacMedic said...

anon - sorry - but i can't put down any more details... hope you understand!

Nurse Wannabe said...

Gave me shivers! You are a excellent writer!

Just Me said...

So sad. But so powerful. Just goes to show that any act of kindness, no matter how small, could literally mean the world to someone.

BreakandBlossom said...

Wow, very sad. Subtle but powerful writing.