The Freshmen

these

fluorescent lights

make the dead look living

and the living dead

you don’t care

right now; your world is small—

my arms around you

wrapping you in

my jacket

and the porcelein bowl in front of you

 

you heave and retch

weakly

against me

your grey skin beaded with sweat

and

you swallow drops of water

I squeeze from a

wet towel

like a newborn kitten.

I’m sorry

you whisper hoarsely

I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

 

I brush loose strands of hair

from your beautiful eyes

which, today,

are dull and glazed

I kiss you gently

on the side

of your pale, trembling mouth

your breath smells like bile

Author's Note

really really need help on this one, it's VERY rough