A couple months ago, my little sister fell off a bag swing and broke both of her arms. My dad was the only one with her and the incident scared him so bad that he cried... which doesn't happen. After hearing him tell the story I wrote this, it's structure is similar to The Little Red Wheelbarrow:
Swing
Flying,
Soaring,
To the sky...
Clutching,
Clinging,
Falling...
Bleeding,
Not breathing,
Not seeing,
Not screaming...
"Breathe
Please, breathe"
Breath...
Wailing...
Cast,
Sling,
Bruises...
"She'll be fine"
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