I put my hand to my neck as the door slammed shut.
My brain, in shock wondered why my fingers were bright red.
I did not know about arteries.
I did not know about blood loss.
I knew that something was wrong.
You have to go back to your room
Go back to your room
Make sure you’re quiet
Make sure you’re still
She might come back
More bright red
Not as much as mine
Red looking striking on a child’s white nightgown
Where is she?
I don’t know
How is…
I don’t know
I feel faint
Laying on the bed staring at my crib,
That we will leave behind,
I hear the sirens.
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