The Night Time Split in Two

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,
they handed her a blanket.

She wasn’t really cold, so
she wasn’t sure if she was
supposed to sit on it, hide
under it, or maybe use it
to clean off
the blood.

So instead she pondered
its clean, square folds,
its neon orange noise
in all this tumbled din;
if she pulled it over
her ears, would it muffle
the sirens?

Would they let her keep
it, after?

For from now on,
everything, ever,
will be
………………after.

 

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3 Responses to The Night Time Split in Two

  1. Gia says:

    Oh my, that ending is tight and hard-hitting. Powerful piece. This is my favorite section:
    “So instead she pondered
    its clean, square folds,
    its neon orange noise”

  2. This reminds me of a night I had when I was little. The concentration on the small details – “the clean, square folds” and having things shoved at you like the blanket when you are really in shock and much less are too young to process anything and you have no idea what to do with it or how to act really. So that random ” , they handed her a blanket” is so appropriate. She needs a lot more than a blanket.

  3. billgncs says:

    very powerful and thought provoking

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