Red floods my vision
Blocking out all the pain
Screaming tearing kicking
Anything to reach her
As her cold hand drops
Tears stream down my cheeks
Fast and hot
Unlike the cold bitterness
I now feel in my heart
My throat burns from the lump rising up it
And sobs rack my body to the point I feel
Surely I will suffocate
Noises kill me
My screams are too loud
My sobs too noisey
A constant whisper in my ears
Saying it will be alright but it won't
Because I hear the beeping
The beeping is too wrong too flat
It doesn't sound like the constant
Methodical beeping of the past few weeks
Its wrong
I hate it.
Suddenly I hate everything
Even the hands holding me back
Holding me back from horror
Of reaching my cold lifeless sister.
