Blood exits my veins,

Like a rushing river current.

Bile rises in my throat,

Ready to explode from my mouth.


I recognize sadness

Radiating from my mother

In the form of red, puffy eyes.


The world falls quiet.

Only the clenching of my teeth

Fills the wide, silent gap.


Warm, salty tears flow down my cheeks,

Sliding into my mouth;

All I know is salt.


The number of my trickling tears

dwindles down to none.


My sharp, ragged breath

keeps me company

As I ponder how this could have happened.


These thoughts

Eventually lull me to sleep,

Only to later wake me,

Starting the tears once again.


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