A whisper
Echoes throughout my head.
Words
Bounce around in my brain.
An image
Burned into my retina
Won’t go away.
My eyes snap open.
Bright light fills my vision.
Tears are escaping my lacrimal gland.
I blink profusely
To return my eyes to their normal,
Vacant state.
It is loud.
Voices shout
Over machines
That are ceaselessly beeping.
Everyone is dressed in long white dresses,
With hair nets
And blue gloves.
Why are the wearing masks? Where am I?
That small image
Comes spiraling back into focus.
I remember,
For the first time
In three years.
A black vehicle
Runs a red light, into me.
My vision goes black,
And I lay in a coma
For three years, until just now.
Murchison Middle School
8th