Kinda the prompt kinda not

Read it backwards

Foreard kinda makes sense but kinda does’nt

“Im coming mom”

I take the step

The river is far below me

She was my constant and now…

I can’t live without her

I stand on the edge of a parapit

It should have been someone else

She was the kindest most loving person I knew

Its not fair.

I watch her slowly die, the only person who was there for me

I know in my bones shes not going to make it

Her skin is pale and sickly

She is laying on the couch in her pink faded sweatpants

She’s coughing like crazy

“I’m coming Mom” I say running to make sure shes all right