Silent Earthquakes.

After the earth quake I remember being deaf for a few hours.

Blood ran to my ears and threatened to pour out.

 Cuts seemed to spontaneously appear on my skin 7, 8, 9 another and another

 “Damn it all to hell!”

Everything seemed to hurt.

Firemen came and went from every direction while I stumbled around because I couldn’t hear anything and could only feel the trembling of the ground. 

Gregg grabbed me and helped me stand straight.

He came out of nowhere.

I screamed, the force tearing through my vocal cords

“Jill, Jill”, I read his lips and tried to tell him I couldn’t hear.

Knife like pain shot through my head, and then I felt myself falling.

 Later Gregg would tell me that I had passed out.

My doctor would tell me that I had a severe concussion and that I was lucky to be alive.

No one came to visit and it was awhile before I realized that.

 Once Gregg arrived I shot question after question at him.

“Perhaps you’d like to wait until you are in a better condition, he responded”

Quit bull shitting me Gregg, where’s my sister, her kids my mother, why aren’t they here?

“Really Jill, it’s been two weeks for fucks sake this was the biggest earthquake in history!”

Stop, stop talking I don’t want to hear it I can’t do this it’s not possible-

“They didn’t make it Jill”

Usually I would consider myself a calm person.

Viewing, or rather identifying their bodies destroyed that image.

White walls were hard to look at, I would constantly see the after image of their bodies.

Xanax was just about the only thing that could keep me calm these days.

“You alright” Gregg asked once.

Zipping around in joy Gregg, zipping around in joy.