“It never happened”
The words are burnt onto my tongue
Its burn, a constant reminder of the truth.
An ache in your chest, a stinging in the eyes,
the flashbacks proof of fact and lies.
I hear sirens blare its sound throughout the hall,
yet I know they’re not there to save me.
The end is near, I fear, but with a final push,
I jump up, racing, the stairs growing nearer as sweat and tears blind me.
The resolution, I gather, will come as long as I don’t listen to those who yell,
“It never happened”
Ann Richards
9th