Yesterday
Anonymous
You had a seizure yesterday.
You laughed at the auras
and then
you fell.
I was slow
(too slow)
I didn’t catch you
And your small head
hit the wall,
bruising like fresh fruit.
On the floor,
I rolled you over
into the recovery position
like they taught me to.
Your eyes rolled back
your lips turned blue
—no surprises; I had seen it all before
yet, this time still hurt more
you were gasping
—or hiccupping,
something new for the seizures and you
it scares me.