If You See Someone In Trouble, You

Shh,” I Say. “arms Around Me.” Obediently, He Slips Both Arms Around My Waist. I Smile At The Wall. I Am Not Enjoying This. I Am Not, Not Even A Little Bit, No.

What Is Wrong With You?' I Shake My Head. 'pull It Together.' And That's What It Feels Like: Pulling The Different Parts Of Me Up And In Like A Shoelace. I Feel Suffocated, But At Least I Feel Strong.

Life's Something We Already Understand. Death Is A Mystery.

What's Worse: To Be Idle While Someone Dies, Or To Be Exiled And Empty-handed?

This Was The First Place I Everfelt Strong. Every Time I Breathe This Air I Feel It Again.