When your friend dies

Stomach hurts and I'm sitting cold in doom.

Glass brakes and my mother's screaming outside my room,
My sister is angry, her face is maroon.

My vision is like the negatives of a camera film.

I feel my attention is broken and scattered
Just like the bones of my friend who killed herself.

She and I were just playing in our room,
Never knew she'd jump off that terrible roof.

A fully charged phone ringing in her suit. 

My heart jumped off a speeding car
And dragged by the midnight call she made.

God! She told me she's going Spectre
At this young age.

This is a dream, a bad one.

Maybe a nightmare and fright layers,
The fog enters my room.

21 December 2017