XXV
Please,
don’t leave me.
You are the first friendly face
and the first to look me in the eye
for what seems like a lifetime.
Your warm blanket is my savior.
Don’t ask what happened.
Should I know, more so than
the others?
I saw what I saw.
My friends haven’t been found,
my family is dead.
Everything I ever knew is now
lost-
Don’t ask me how I feel.
No, this blood
isn’t mine.
My body is fine.
Yes, coffee sounds good.
And some vodka,
if you’ve got it.
Anything to wash away
what I’ve seen
because it feels too real,
you know?