VESTIBULAR | Bekka DePew
My throat hurts.
Don’t worry love, that feeling won’t last, you aren’t choking
you can breathe even after, I promise
Will my heart stop beating?
I love you, I promise the world, I promise the gentle tapping of the rain
And this? Is this small enough to swallow?
The grass and the ground and the mulch and the sky are not quite
as frightening as you think, the trees only mark the time
in galaxies of wood. Sweetheart, I’m
Is there dirt on my hands?
I feel it in the back of my throat. Is there anything there?
here. You are fine, the world
wouldn’t be as beautiful covered in glass,
you know that.
Stop. I’ll promise tomorrow even, just stop asking me,
Watch me, I need you to see, if I stop breathing and what
Stop please, honey
the world isn’t like that I can’t
what if my heart stops?
Bekka DePew is a first year medical student living in Nashville, TN. She loves biking, music, seasons, and Christmas lights.