waiting
checked my phone again
for a possible missed call
labs take far too long
always thinking of the worst
borrowing trouble
news will determine my life
*Tried my hand at an eight line Fibonacci poem. That last line was a killer! Haha! Bad pun unintended but it cracked me up anyway.
Pulse
pound
blood rush
veins bulging
hot sanguine fluid
bursting forth from orifices
Spewing a crimson wellspring from the fleshy casing
Unleashed torrential downpour that splatters against the floor and streaks the walls with red lines.
