Clutching a hyena plushie with one question on mind: Do you think we'll be okay?
I turn him to have him look at me and open my mouth to ask. How silly to ask a plush, what if someone hears you?
I try again. What a strange question to ask and at such a weird time.
I get a sound out this time. Why is it so hard to ask? Why are the words lost in my throat?
Do-- I get a word out and I realize I'm shaking. My eyes are watery, what?
Do you-- I get further. I don't know the answer. A tear finally breaks through.
Do you think we're going to be okay?
YOU ARE READING
Of Things Unsaid
PoetryText messages that were never sent, stories never written, and things that never saw the light of day. An abstract short story and poetry collection that take both true events and fictional ones into one book. Book by Addison Snow.
