The Loss
August 16, 2019
I remember this boy, crying, with his head on the wooden floor and his arms shakingly grabbing his knees. Screaming “why” endlessly.
I would like to take a piece of his pain, to ease him a bit.
Then my body is starting to fall under the weight of the gravity; taking chairs, tables, even the floor with it.
I feel the frozen matter around my neck.
I shiver all over.
I close my eyes.
I am this boy.
And I am crying now.