I talked her down until she was numb

She no longer wished harm on anyone.

Did I sedate her with my conversation?

I watched her eyes

Transform from callous to kind,

Looking at me skeptically.

I saw her brain splitting in half

Spilling herself all over the floor.

I implored her to let it be.

For now, wait and this will pass.

A frozen orange pressed to her face, she puts it down and looks to me.

I can feel her quiver

I can feel her break

But idle I must stand, with emotion far away.

And neither should I hold her hand.

I will only witness her suffering

Second-hand.

And hope not to take it home with me

And hope to ease her mind as it bleeds

Right in front of me.