Haunted Memories Kill

Opening the door

The white walls,

white floors ,

and crisp white bed sheets

sting my eyes-

i see her there

lying helpless

defenceless

like a small mouse to a cat-

but where is her predator?

the invisible monster

is killing her from within

it's turned her eyes

to a faded dusty blue

it's made her body weak and frail

her thin blonde hair frames her face

as she stares at the ceiling

not noticing me at all

she's almost given in--

not on my watch-



i walk to her

hold her hand

and if the lord would allow me

i'd take all her pain

channeling it through my veins

making it my own

shielding her from

anything that steps her way

i'd sacrifice my life if i could

but things haven't worked out that way-

the isistant beep echoes off the walls

but she lies there- not moving a limb-

she's holding onto the last string of her life

and i'll be damned if i let her let it go



i sit like this for hours

holding her hand-

the afternoon sun

streams through the window

and shines on her sunken cheeks

she's looking at me- the protector of my life

my sister, my friend

a tiny smile comes across her pale skin-

i rest my head lightly on her chest

breathing in the clean cold air

her soft short breaths flow into my hair-

i watch the lines on the machine

go up and down like mountains and valleys

just like back home, where we'd run together

and play--

saddness overcomes me

a tear falls from my eye

i just want to hug her- hold her tight

if she dies from this- i'm sure i'll die too

"i'm so sorry" she whispers

"i love you"



thats when it hits-

a constant flat line

no more moutains

no more valleys

no more back home-

into the room fly doctors and nurses

like bees let out of a hive

they sting- poke and prod her

they're ushering me out

but i can't leave

she's laying there

helplessly defeated-

she needs me-i need her-

"no you can't!" i scream

my eyes are watery- i can barely see a thing

but i know they've stopped

they've announced the time- 16:06



i wake up- it's a cold winters day

the snow falls outside but in through the window

a small stream of afternoon sun shines on my face

i turn to the clock- next to it is a picture of her

i miss her-- its been 6 years now

and it's still fresh in my mind- haunting me

16:06 is the time- 16:06 echoes a flat line