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Notifying Family

by Deana Gortner

 

Sure I’ll call your mother.
No, I should probably go to her and tell her...
and tell her what has happened.
How will I tell her?
Can I tell her?
Truth or fiction shall I say?
How will I tell her, in what way?
Can you hear her?
Can you hear me?
We’re crying. In disbelief
We’re crying. In agony
We’re crying. In disgust.
Can you hear us?
Can you hear her?

I do. Why did you make me hear this?
Can you touch your best friend next to you?
She’s flying.

I touched her... I feel her cold, yet still.
Cold and still in the place where she landed.
Cold and still in the place you put her.

Can she smell the alcohol on your breath?
Can you?
I can. I can smell it.

Do you know you’re dying?
Can you taste it?
Can you see your car, upside down, twisted, mangled, as you are, under it, on the ground?

Can you see it?
I can... I can see it.
Can you hear it? touch it, smell it, taste it, see it?
HAVE YOU NO SENSE?
You drank...You drove.
The cycle repeats until you learn...
only its too late.
Your heart is fading, fading, fading...
Can you hear it?

I Can’t.

Where are you?

Where are you?...

Answer me!

—Don’t Go.—

 

 

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