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Jun 2018

                There's a wall between us.
I can only hear your voice when
                                                          I'­m pressed flush against it,
                                      every brick imprinted on my skin
                                                    like that one time
           in the school bathroom when
                                             you pinned me and stole my breath away.

                 Your voice is so faint,
                                  so hoarse and broken
       filled with pain.
                                  My heart
                                                    aches every time your voice cracks
                             or you
                                              start coughing until you can't
                       breathe.

What have they done to you
                                      to hurt you like this?
                To take your voice and
                                                             ­         tear it from your throat and
                                                      fill it with so much
                                          dust and thorns.
—and yet.
                                                 And yet.
       Despite the wall.
                     Despite the pain.
                                    Despite it all,
    You still try to laugh and coax
                                                            ­            a laugh out of
                                                 me, and
                                                             ­               you tell story
                                                           ­     after story
                                                           ­               after story
              in an attempt to keep me calm.
                          Even at death's door,
                                              your only concern is for me.

            Can't you see
                                                             ­                    your death
                                is the surest thing to
                                                              ­         break
                                                           me?

                                                         h.f.m.
Hannah Marr
Written by
Hannah Marr  19/F/Canada
(19/F/Canada)   
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