I reached the table
and
I almost collapsed onto them.
One held me steady
while another reprimanded me
for daring to get up.
"where's Maggie?"
and
"Where's Rick?"
where the only things that I could say.
They pointed to another tent
where I ventured
with the help of the man
that had kept me steady at the table.
I entered the tent
and
and image of Eliza
in a hospital bed
flashed through my mind.
I walked to Maggie
and held her hand.
She didn't have a cast,
or a splint
or any visible wounds,
but that's not what she has,
the wounds she has
are the ones inside,
the ones
in the brain.
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Things Only Musician Understand
PoetryJustin is a small baby, always getting sick and staying up at night, never really sleeping, never really eating, and they person that can make him, is JJ. After the recent happenings of the first installment of the Lovers Understand trilogy, JJ has...
