From the poem:

"I am invisible...

And I do not make a peep

My blood runs thru the wounds so deep

And he secrets that I keep"

Our connection:

Third Connection

"David's going to die..." I moved my eyes toward my stomach. On her knees, Mother was hastily applying a thick wad of gauze to a place on my stomach where dark red blood pumped out. I tried to say something. I knew it was an accident. (Pg. 87)