Chapter 94:
The Rowan Tree
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I don't remember
who calls the police or the ambulance
but they come
after I've been
on my knees,
hands soaked
in his blood
for a while.
Sirens cry,
blue and red lights,
white sheets,
a beeping machine,
gloved hands,
manicured voices.
I'm led down
a pastel yellow hallway
that smells like
sanitiser
but no matter
how they wash,
I can still taste
metallic blood
in my mouth,
I can still smell it
on my hands.
I want to stay
next to Ming
but they don't let me.
Before they
push me
out of the way,
I see the horizontal green line
and the zeros
then a beige door
in front of my nose.
The blanket
they put
over my shoulders
falls
and I don't
pick it back up.
I just replay
Ming falling
twenty-four storeys
from our HDB flat,
cracking
like a raw egg
over and over.
My mind
is a broken recorder.
There is no sound.
There was no warning.
I tell the officers
who questioned me.
I show them
the tissue parachutes
crushed in my hands,
the tissue paper
soaked with blood.
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