I saw her Firsthand At most half’s hour after death And that destroys a fifteen year old A self concious Anxious Little girl Horrific display And now Waiting at the doctors As we did for Rosalyn Only four months ago Me, terrified And the last We both lost Please don’t let me lose Like you did Rosalyn “Aliya Lawson, they’re ready now” Such a distant voice Or am I the distant one As I quiver and shake She opens the door for me As I stumble in That light purple door Like nitrile gloves
