I got your letter
I saw your face.
I let you think you could
take me away from
this place.
I got your letter,
with it quirky q's
it's swirls s's
and imaginative i's.
how could the doctors
Have made that mistake.
Switched me with your
daughter.
your DEAD daughter.
I'm glad I got switched.
If I wasn't I'd be dead.
Sick with polio
From that infected
Water in Carolina.
In the dark.
Six feet under.
I would never get to see
a firework,
or hold a boys hand,
I would never be able
to let my feet
Touch the land.
Bedridden from birth.
I wouldn't be free
Id be pale sunken
and sickly, not tan and curvy.
We so badly want to meet you Sarah!
We can't wait for you to be here.
That's what your letter said.
If I have to see you
I'll
Shoot
Myself
In
The
Head.
YOU ARE READING
Our Days Are Numbered
PoetryThe clock ticks By ever so slowly. I watch it out of the corner of my eye. It goes two minutes Past when he should have came. Two Minutes past when He should be here Saying my name, "Sarah" he'll say, "I'm here." It's half past six. I Think...
