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11.4.2018

by brekkywho

I dealt death today. I know it’s a part of the job. I know I’ve seen it too many times to count. But today, I felt it. I left the room long after their family did. There was no where I could go To escape their Roaring grief. They were long gone. And I was left with their precious baby. I curled his arms and legs up Closed his eyes Wrapped him up gently. With love and respect Here he’ll sleep forever. And oh, They are so thankful, That it was me That I understood That I was so careful That I spent the time with them. And you’re not supposed to take it with you. You’re supposed to leave it When they walk out the door With one less goodbye. But I took it with me today. The way they felt before The way they felt after The long quiet goodbyes The man in a suit on his knees weeping The mother and son making a cocoon Sheltering their dying baby. The solemn face of the woman who plays god. The green death. The last breath. The heaving of the living as he gave his last. The waiting. Slower rhythm. Quieter. ‘He’s gone now’. I watched the clock The same way I had An hour before Waiting for death. Soon as I could I fled out the door Ran into the street Tried to outrun it Instead I ran to you I dialled your number With shaking hands I know I’m not supposed to But all I wanted was you Your voice Ringing out Thankfully I wept alone. Today I dealt death And I found I am not strong enough To sustain this Alone Or for long. I found I still consider you my haven Deep down But that you are not my haven anymore Or should be. I listened to the silence After the call rang out And decided
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brekkywho
26 / F / Melbourne, Aus.
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Written by
brekkywho
26 / F / Melbourne, Aus.
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Apr 11, 2018
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What will I do when I hit the last straw? What becomes of me and my useless brain? This was too much today. I wish I didn’t want you. I’ve made an obsession out of you.

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