Over-dozed

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Over-Dozed

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 realities grasp.      letting you fall

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.                                                    these lines do seem more like prose
Yelling. All the time watching your colours fade into a baltic blue.

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,
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!!"

I sort of took Brynmawr1's suggestion about line breaks and ran with it, thus all the "/"s.  I didn't actually retype it to see how it reads with all those, but listening to it in my head, those seemed likely places for them.  I added a space before the final line.  And I'd say it's a poem and was before I tinkered with it.  It does verge into prose with all those action lines towards the end.  I like "baltic blue".

And I really enjoyed it too, especially the first four stanzas.