by Roxianna » 02/24/2008 7:07 PM
Rista looked around, and, turning to the others, asked, "Is everyone out alright? No one is hurt, corect?" No one but Anna. But she wouldn't say that. It wasn't far to them. Anna would be fine, Rista just knew it. Secretly, she blamed those others, the ones that she did not know, even though it was not their faults. Secretly, it was. Sectretly.
Its 2:45, the baby takes his first breath
The mother never knew he only had a few left.
And the father gets a call in the middle of the night.
His breathe gets short and his chest gets tight.
But he’s sixteen and he’s driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last.
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would have died that night.
But he’s thirty-two and invincible
The cancer that he had, it was visceral.
He never saw it coming, though he had his whole life.
Sick in the morning and he died in the night.
Wasted
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