I heard the nurses talking.
They talked in hushed voices as if I didn't have ears.
I'm not stupid.
I'm not five.
I heard them.
Locked-in syndrome.
Akinetic Mutism.
Minimally Responsive. (MR)
Vegetative State. (VS)
No.
Brain dead.
I wonder if there really is a God watching above.
I hope she's there.
I hope she's happy.
I hope she sees flowers blooming.
Bees buzzing.
The sun shining through the clouds.
Our parents if they're dead.
Leandra.
She probably got where she was meant to go.
I didn't see the line go flat.
I'm jealous of the nurses.
I didn't hear the beep of the monitor.
They got to see it.
To see my sister die alone.
Dead.
Dead is what she is.
What she was.
Alone and dead.
I wasn't there for her.
To see her one last time.
To say goodbye.
