Mummy’s on the floor,

I shout with breath like marbles

rolling across the table.

There is a stone in my chest

A Lego under my foot

A box of crayons knocked over,

Flailing like sailors thrown

Overboard.

Sniff

Sniff

Smell fear

Smell panic

Smell death

Smell the smell of the smell of

The smell of

Gone.

I bite my lip,

Shocked like a TV frozen

On static.

My my my my my my my

Daughter my daughter.

Reach for the phone,

Fingers sink into the number keys:

Ambulance I have to call an-