I remember cracking my head open.
The way the blood stung my nose.
And how the scent of pizza mixed in.
I remember the taste still in my mouth.
As the blood streamed out of my head.
Mom's touch eased the pain, the hands were doctors.
I remember the emergency sign room.
How the red light beamed on my eyes.
Each time I recall this memory, my stomach turns.
Rushing to the comforting hospital, my head throbbed as I waited to be helped.
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