Stream of conciousness

Short minutes have passed,
minutes that felt like hours…
a nock at the door,
repetition with my barely beating heart.
Strong arms wrap around me,
erasing the streams from my face.
A gantle reassuring touch
grabs my hand and takes me out the door.
We drive fast
ignoring the raindrops on the windshield.
the music pounds against my head
harder than the hammer from before.
I melt into it.
The music, the time…
the reality I wanted so badly
to not be real.
E.R. doors slide open before us
and slam shut while we take our seats.
The look of crying faces was enough to scare me…
without even knowing what was really going on.

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