With face burning and limbs throbbing
She turns her honey sticky face
To peer right into his eyes
Eyebrows scrunched and tears pinching her eyelashes
“when will I feel better?”
“Tomorrow”
“Promise?”
“I promise”
The eyebrows flattened and eyes softened
He knows
Any question and there is an answer
Nothing is permanent that she can’t handle
And sure enough, 98.3 that next day
Skipping off to school with her slick silver backpack slipping up and down up and down
She’s running, running, sweating, panting
And crack
Her father never guessed this one
He couldn’t tell her that she could run again
He couldn’t tell her that anyone had any control over anything
The bubble hadn’t just burst
It had exploded and choked her throat and stung her eyes
Even if understanding and comfort had always been veils
She wished she could keep on pretending
Instead of being in the world
With every question to remain unanswered
With every fear to remain unsettled
Sightless. Lame. Terrified.
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