To the Man Whose Life I Couldn't Save, You were my first cardiac call. I was new, fresh out of 4 months of EMT training, and you were my first cardiac call. Until you, it was a few broken bones, some colds, and a lot of elderly patients. But you were young or at least … Continue reading Letter #27: To The Man Whose Life I Couldn’t Save
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Facebook Short Poetry Series #4
24 not long or so I'm told, it's lonely, cold, eventually bad days, worse days, of being tired, worn, frayed, is it this? can we, anyone, can we live, I'm the game, lives lost without saving, glitter fades away souls in corners wet eyes, dry cheeks, it reeks, the pain, as it fills lungs, chests, … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #4
Mirror
Slipping so silently it's almost too beautiful for words, smile, she once said, smile so they know you are alright, despite the fire slowly waning in the moonlight. It's a beautiful disgrace, the word, the movement, that lay tattered lines across well-hated skin, we lived in the moments until the moments left us behind. And … Continue reading Mirror
Lies that Blood Taught Me
I'd be fine if my hands stopped shaking, then the words would be as difficult to produce. Simply such, calling a duck a dog doesn't make it less of a duck, just someone's twisted attempt at subterfuge, which means lying, since I don't want to be accused of thinking myself smarter, when if fact it … Continue reading Lies that Blood Taught Me
Faith Taryn Davies 