Like Mother, Like Daughter

Lisa felt heat rise in her cheeks.

She lies in the bed, still, too still.

felt like ice had been poured down her throat and into her chest

fingers pick at each other

ignoring it. Her eyes see only the girl in the hospital bed. Occasionally, her eyes flick to the lines and numbers on the screen next to the bed, the blips and dips, the ticks and whirs, as it does the hard work of