Bad news

I knew.

I knew.

But I didn’t want to know.

The bile was bubbling up inside me,

Dread, building up, adding fuel to fire,

Threatening to make everything spill,

Threatening to overflow.

I knew.

I knew.

But I didn’t want to know.

 

When they came to me with that look on their face.

When I saw that symbol on the screen.

When that name was reflected in my eyes.

I could feel it approaching.

Just beyond the horizon.

Just beyond my line of sight.

But coming closer and closer.

 

What would it entail?

A ruination of the day?

The end of my world?

Would it be a sharp but quick pain like a needle?

Or slow and continuous, like torture?

I felt the dread either way.

I want it to be over soon.

I don’t want it to ever happen.

I am split in two.

 

Do I face it head on?

Or do I run away?

I knew.

I knew.

I could see it coming.

But I didn’t want to know.