It’s the year 1912
Stocks are high
And there a new hot ship sailing these waters
Their calling it The Titanic
Im a successful business man
Working day and night watching the stocks
The money is good
But the turmoil on my body
It’s not good
So let’s take a vacation
High seas sailing the ship
Everything is going smooth
So many people
So much sound
Can I take you on a courtship madam
I think I found the Mrs .
Things are going great
It’s the second day
I’m starting to panic
Everyone is freaking out
Running and trampling each other
The ship is starting to sink
I’m afraid this is the end
To living in the moment
Neve stop living
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson3 days ago in Fiction
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