Look After You

Just shaking.
Full on shaking.

To my body - to my heart- to my soul.

Blurred vision.
Getting to a full clear sight.
To see Mikey's horrid face.

"What's wrong?"
He asked me with every ounce of worry on his youthful face.

I couldn't speak.
No words could verbalize.
What twisted feelings I have.

"What's wrong, Emily?!"
He started to scream.

I just stared at him.
So dumbfounded.
No emotions solid.

"Why are you crying, Emily? Why do you keep shaking? Do you need something? Please say something. Say anything..."

I'm crying?
I'm shaking?
I thought you were shaking me?
Am I really crying?

I brought a finger to my cheek.
Touching moist droppings.
Couldn't stabilize to one motion.

"I can-n't do-o t-thi-s-s,"
I stuttered so quietly.

"Can't do what?"
Mikey asked.

Grabbing my hand.
Squeezing it.
For moral support.

"Save him..."