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December 7: "I hate silence, especially in a loud room" by Zoe Lee




I hate silence, especially in a loud room.


Nothing can prepare you for the loneliest moment in time.

Being surrounded by those who love

yet feeling an irrevocable drowning inside your lungs.


She drowned for two hours that day.

Words barely slipped from pale lips

her body shook feverishly,

being straw fed a harsh “cure”


Countable times within that ambulance,

Cold and full of ghosts from the ones who danced off too soon.

They robbed that girl of oxygen

Shoving the deterioration into hyperventilation.


Who could blame the nurses and the triage

For the full waiting rooms

Holding the elderly woman missing the bed

As she feebly walks to her death.

What an unforgiving world we must live in.


She’s trapped inside this body,

Fighting for self love and an ounce of self peace

Sometimes stretching it too far

Past the point of hard recovery


10:08 pm: I stirred the powder of chocolate into

8 ounces of whole milk

And lightly dropped the sugar pillows on top,

And for the first time

My body felt warmth instead of guilt.

-Zoe Lee, junior


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