Are They Coming For Me
I hear an ambulance and I wonder if they are coming for me.
Have they heard my keening and wailing?
Have the neighbors reported my strange noises of pure pain?
Hardly likely.
We live in the country where houses are spread way out.
The ambulance noises get further and further away
I lie back in the grass and try to get comfortable.
Not me.
Not this time.
Maybe later.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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