Poem: "Cards"
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shiori_makibaPoem: Cards
By shiori_makiba / Ashley Weyer
Part of the Berettaflies story line in Polychrome Heroics.
WARNING: Deals with the aftermath of attack of super-bugs whose effects ranged from death to permanent damage to injury to superpowers.
Cards
Tsubasa was making cards.
Cards for the others caught up in this mess.
She often found mass market cards to be not quite right.
So she made them herself.
For those who hadn't made it.
The total was up to five so far.
It couldn't be too personal.
After all, she had not known
any of the deceased or their families.
It had to be sympathetic
but she didn't want to use the standard phrases.
Most of them were pretty useless platitudes
that the families had no doubt been hearing all week.
For those who were badly hurt.
They had survived thus far
but it was a hard-won survival.
None of the medical staff had said
just how bad the critical patients were.
But their voices and faces told the story all too well.
For those who were stable
but had suffered severe damage.
Again, she did not know the details.
But she had looked up just what that damage might entail.
And winced.
Going from healthy and fit to
even the mildest of those outcomes had to suck.
For those who had survived
with largely invisible wounds.
The ones who seemed to have
escaped death, bad reactions, or superpowers.
But had lost classmates and friends
or seen them suffer severe harm.
And that could hurt just as much as
being stung and it lasted longer.
For those like her.
The ones who were developing superpowers.
She with her butterfly wings.
The other with many colors.
A third who was venomous to the touch.
It was a big change
and big changes are always hard.
Particularly ones that you couldn't hide if you wanted to.
For those who had worked to save lives.
The ones who risked being stung
to save those who had been.
The first responders who kept them alive
to reach the hospital.
The doctors and nurses who took that baton
and continued the race.
The people from SPOON who were helping make
being a new soup just a little easier.
Particularly Facet who had been hurt too.
The police and others who were trying
to keep more people from getting hurt.
Cards could not make the pain go away.
Could not take away the damage.
But she hoped that for at least one person,
it helped things hurt just a little bit less.
EDIT: Typo.
EDIT: Further Typos.
By shiori_makiba / Ashley Weyer
Part of the Berettaflies story line in Polychrome Heroics.
WARNING: Deals with the aftermath of attack of super-bugs whose effects ranged from death to permanent damage to injury to superpowers.
Cards
Tsubasa was making cards.
Cards for the others caught up in this mess.
She often found mass market cards to be not quite right.
So she made them herself.
For those who hadn't made it.
The total was up to five so far.
It couldn't be too personal.
After all, she had not known
any of the deceased or their families.
It had to be sympathetic
but she didn't want to use the standard phrases.
Most of them were pretty useless platitudes
that the families had no doubt been hearing all week.
For those who were badly hurt.
They had survived thus far
but it was a hard-won survival.
None of the medical staff had said
just how bad the critical patients were.
But their voices and faces told the story all too well.
For those who were stable
but had suffered severe damage.
Again, she did not know the details.
But she had looked up just what that damage might entail.
And winced.
Going from healthy and fit to
even the mildest of those outcomes had to suck.
For those who had survived
with largely invisible wounds.
The ones who seemed to have
escaped death, bad reactions, or superpowers.
But had lost classmates and friends
or seen them suffer severe harm.
And that could hurt just as much as
being stung and it lasted longer.
For those like her.
The ones who were developing superpowers.
She with her butterfly wings.
The other with many colors.
A third who was venomous to the touch.
It was a big change
and big changes are always hard.
Particularly ones that you couldn't hide if you wanted to.
For those who had worked to save lives.
The ones who risked being stung
to save those who had been.
The first responders who kept them alive
to reach the hospital.
The doctors and nurses who took that baton
and continued the race.
The people from SPOON who were helping make
being a new soup just a little easier.
Particularly Facet who had been hurt too.
The police and others who were trying
to keep more people from getting hurt.
Cards could not make the pain go away.
Could not take away the damage.
But she hoped that for at least one person,
it helped things hurt just a little bit less.
EDIT: Typo.
EDIT: Further Typos.
