Memories

They stung, she said.
She was in so much pain the next morning.
It hurt to sit, to breathe.
She showed me the incisions.
I smothered my fear.
I had to be strong for her.
She was the one in pain, not me.
I never knew what a danger she was.
She would not live much longer.

~ by scribbz on December 22, 2009.

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