911 or no

and if I had to crawl to scrape myself along the boards those ragged wooden beams laid out against this cold, hard floor. splinters growing sharp, towards the knees now begging soaked in red behind the blue and tackless smirks of never mind and melt into a wonderland of numbing whines. bleached back to happenstance... would you notice as I lay stiff now, like the wood and barely there, growing colder as I sank into the tomb of us the hope of us, once on fire and now in disrepair tell me, would you turn and stare, or simply walk away? annoyed at such a bloody mess upset that now your floor was red. would you call for help? or leave me dying still, vying for another chance as you made your way, relieved. that now another one has fallen from your task... (This one was inspired by a close friend's crumbling marriage of ten years and two children. Nothing he does seems to get his wife's attention or concern. As he shared with me his heartache, these words came to mind...)