i sit shotgun in her pickup truck
with a pen in my hand
a notebook resting in my lap
and i try my best to focus
focus on anything
anything to stop this
the whole car starts to spin
my heart beat thumps in my brain
a nauseous feeling creeps up from my stomach to my throat
and just before i lose my breath
she stops the car
i can hear her voice spilling from her mouth like sweet honey
and she says:
“focus on the pen in your hand, charlie.”
“breathe, charlie.”
“you’re okay, charlie.”
“you’re okay, charlie.”
then a miraculous thing happens
the car stops spinning
my heart stops thumping in my brain
the nauseous feeling finds itself a way out of my body
and i breathe because,
“im okay, sam.”
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
i sit shotgun in her pickup truck
with a pen in my hand
a notebook resting in my lap
and i try my best to focus
focus on anything
anything to stop this
the whole car starts to spin
my heart beat thumps in my brain
a nauseous feeling creeps up from my stomach to my throat
and just before i lose my breath
she stops the car
i can hear her voice spilling from her mouth like sweet honey
and she says:
“focus on the pen in your hand, charlie.”
“breathe, charlie.”
“you’re okay, charlie.”
“you’re okay, charlie.”
then a miraculous thing happens
the car stops spinning
my heart stops thumping in my brain
the nauseous feeling finds itself a way out of my body
and i breathe because,
“im okay, sam.”
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