1 Ashes to Ashes

(Peter's P.O.V through time lost in the vortex of pain)

Oh God- Rowan

Pool of- lost so much- AB type- blood- transfusion

Cut off the chain? No! Keep it!

Need it when he if he arises

Never heard of a Gypsy

Sleeping BloodyBeauty with long blonde streaked

Hair matted so dark

On to the hospital- walls so clean and bright

Not red like Rowan's Rowan's pool

In a coma

May never

Wake up! Turn for the worse

Get better, please, pleading

Death is hovering

I'll stay with him

You need to rest Dwayne- But what if he wakes up?

He may never- damn the doctors!

He tried to hit back

Screaming Irish men left a boy so broken

Wrist ribs fingers nose soul body

Some scars opened 40 stitches total Frankenstein

Saw back and chest, scars and tattoos like

Stitched butterflies dancing clumping dyeing

Leaving their marks

On pale pale pale skin too much so much

Had to take pictures for files

Manila folders covered with vomit

Are you ok?

No never- I can't

Too much

I know

No you don't

I held his blood

Soaked my clothes not yours

His ruined garments didn't lie against your skin

Never forget the feeling

Slippery wet eel

So much more dead then alive

Breath machine breath for him

Can't hold on

Stay focused

Other kids to worry about

To help and care for

To watch over

Like a mother goose

But

Oh God,

Rowan

Sleeping

Screaming once, maybe twice then just

Stopping

Not moving

Still just sleeping

Ring around the rosy

Pocket full of posies

Ashes ashes

We all fall down

Down down down down down down down down

We all fall

Down