her
blinding white lights
fuzzy memory
sharp realization
pain
he was gone
her body sizzled with the heat
a frantic nurse
checking her pulse
fading in and out of view
hands lifting her
bandages placed
needles attached
a clear voice
cuts through
"you hurt yourself"
not a question
no answer
she falls asleep.
YOU ARE READING
wait; watty's 2016
Poetry❝i was broken❞ ❝we both were, my love❞ thank you so much for reading!
