the second time - she tumbles and hits her head

there is
a simple fall. 
it's a baby, around
7 months along. 
she tumbles, onto her head, 
from her highchair -
she wasn't strapped in. 
for a moment, it looks like
everything will be fine. 

and then her cheeks tinge green
and her blue, blue eyes roll back
and she has a seizure -
her small body wracked with it.
the ambulance shrieks down the street,
red lights flashing against brick houses,
and baby - well, she nearly dies.
(death would not come for her this young, though.
death will come for her later. he is patient.
he will wait until it is time.)

The End

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