Rollercoaster.

After.

I was a wreck.
I couldn’t see
Couldn’t hear
Couldn’t feel
Couldn’t breathe.

I saw the blackness
Swirling around me
Echoing throughout my soul.

I thought I saw my mother’s face
Her angel like-complexion
Hovering above me
Telling me She loved me.

Problem is…

My mother’s dead.