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I dont look 18

Chapter two of Toxic Air series

By Sarah wPublished 4 years ago 1 min read

When I turned 18
I sat in front of a single candle
Next to my sickly father.
He wheezed
Happy birthday.
I held back my tears.
I can't cry
Papa will tell me to toughen up.

Papa didn't die from the toxic air...
But he has cancer
His life is pain.
The air hose
Attached to multiple Tanks
Just to keep him alive.
He won't survive much longer.
The last two tanks running low.

After that night my mother had died
We ran from one shelter to the next.
Until Papa couldn't run anymore.
We settled on a small abandoned house.
At first I had a few extra air tanks to explore
To find food
Medicine
More air tanks.
I haven't seen another person
Since papas doctor friend.
He died too.

sad poetry

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Sarah w

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