Over-dozed

[brynmawr1]

I remember the afternoon when you, my good friend, appeared at my door,
blazing a trail of halcyon rust, you pirouetted like a helpless feather in the wind,
bounced elegantly off two walls and let gravity pull you to the nearest chair.

Mumbling about how much, how clean, hitting a pipeline,
the dark crimson surge and heaven cascading
through the walls as a tidal wave extinguishing the pain.

Without saying a word I continued playing the battered Spanish guitar
that some tone deaf fool had left abandoned after judging it with their eyes.
"That's nice" you said. Smiled, swayed and drifted into bliss.

Content to just be; I encouraged the guitar to continue singing sweetly
until gradually; it dawned on me that I was slowly killing you,
gently lowering you back into the womb and away from reality's grasp.  I put in an apostrophe but also consider getting rid of grasp 

I spoke your name.
Shouted it.
Screamed it in your ear.
Not a flicker.
Shook you as hard as I could.
Slapped your face over and over.
Yelling. All the time watching your colours fade into a baltic blue.  could us the medical term, "cyanotic".

With my last resort of cold water shock I managed to let in a tiny chink of light,
which pierced the cocoon, which flooded the grey back to pink,    maybe go for more interesting word here.  Also a lot of repetition of "which"
which triggered the sharp intake of breath, which prompted the glare,
which accompanied the words "Ever throw water on me again and I'll kill you!!"

Lots of good imagery.  Guess you will have to decide if prose of not.  Putting different line breaks in would help the reading and provide emphasis.  Thanks.