Sara

White. White and cold. Why is it cold? My arms are wrapped tight Around my core. It doesn’t help. Will you keep me warm? I ask you. You’re on the other side of the room. You shake your head and look away from me. You never talk to me. Why won’t you say something? I ask you. I try to get up, I try to go to you, But I can’t. I can’t move my arms. I start thrashing and screaming. I scream your name, But still you’re quiet. Help me! I see a tear slide down your cheek As the men in white enter the room. I move as much as I can. I can’t let them touch me, Not again. The bigger one holds me down As the other pokes the needle into my skin. I don’t stop screaming your name until you disappear And my world goes black. Only in my dreams Do you talk to me like you did When you were alive. Only in my dreams Do you touch me the way you did When you were alive. Only in my dreams Can I escape from the hell that is my life Ever since you died.