35 Hunter

Everything inside my head,

all the colors in my bed.

Pink and yellow, navy blue.

Happy days, long overdue.

I can't leave, I'm lying here.

I don't sleep, I'm masking fear.

The tulip grows, its petals white,

while I'm seeking all things bright.

~~~~~~~~~~ 2019 ‖Eckley, CO

Hours passed but Cameron wasn't able to get out of bed. His body was weak, his legs paralyzed and his mind was in a state of shock.

It took him all his strength to tell Sonny what had happened. Luckily, when his friend checked his knee, it was fine, no sign of a bullet wound.

But his brain wasn't able to realize that. It was almost in a sort of comatic state.

Around lunchtime he was slowly able to get up again and use the toilet, his legs heavy, his steps slow. He forced down a cold buttered toast that Sonny had brought up to their room after breakfast and that had been sitting there next to Cameron's bed, staring at him for hours.