Brain Aneurysm
bad, bad headaches,
how do you know if it’s not the trauma packed?
he moves his head from right to left
as his stiff neck makes a gentle
click and crack.
with a grunt he says,
“you’re… mhm…. too much’
I wonder if it’s me or double vision
either way I’m sure it nauseates him.
There’s confusion, there’s pain
he doesn’t even smile-
“one half of my face is numb” ah
and that’s just when I thought there was hope,
in the pool of beautiful his dilated pupil,
‘a’ dilated pupil
It struck me like lightning
“cerebral / brain aneurysm”, I say
clutching his eyebrow in fear and pain,
his breath as shaky as the dead,
“do people survive these?”
as I shiver and mutter under my breath,
“do not rupture please.”
~shevaun stonem
Copyright © Shevaun Stonem | Year Posted 2020
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