sit by the bed in the chairs
hold my hand
they are crying
but I watch Delilah
she is in the corner of the room
tears in her eyes
hand over her mouth
she does not talk to me
she does not hold my hand
she just stares
unbelieving at me
I want her to come closer
I want to hug her
I also want to hit her
I want to tell her I lover her
then scream at her
they took the tube out of my throat
before they let my family in
so there is only breathing tubes
in my nose..
I can speak if I try hard enough
but my throat hurts too much
and I don't have much to say to my parents
"can I talk to Daiha alone?"
Delilah asks
my parents protest
but give in reluctantly
because the nurse said it's better for me
to see one person at a time..
"nobody wants to be the one to say it"
she begins
and I wrinkle my brow
but stay silent,
waiting
she takes a deep breath
closing her eyes
"you- you've been in a coma
for months, Daiha..
months..
it's summer now
you missed graduation.
it was last week"
my heart
stops
I-
I've been unconscious
for months?
I begin breathing heavier
and my heart starts to beat again
only much faster than it should
and I hate that the machine
ESTÁ A LER
Breathe
Poesia-Sequel to Smile- The devastation of hurricane Jordan has left Delilah Smith in a tailspin. Her sister, Daiha, is in a coma, and doctors aren't sure if she's even going to wake up. When her parents aren't working they're spending all of their time a...
