Gone
Lyla Hershkovitz, 10
Gone
She drifts away
Crumbling
As I hold her hand, it crinkles
Lifeless
Drained
She says something I cannot understand,
Maybe because I’m not thinking
Fluids drip out of full bags,
The nurses detach the suctions
As if they want her to melt away
Her ring slips off, I don’t catch it
It’s like being a baby and wanting to tell your mother you love her
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