
I don’t know why she did it or why I even stayed,
All I remember was lying there naked body on display,
With a scalpel in her hands I watched her take a breath,
She cut into my stomach and I watched the flesh rip,
Next thing I know I was wandering in the streets,
I could feel the open wound I could feel my stomach bleed,
I ran to a friends house and collapsed on the floor,
I didn’t say a word but it was a sight she couldn’t ignore,
I could feel my pulse slowing as we entered the emergency room,
I saw my open wound and knew I was dying it was the only thing I could only assume,
I tried to voice anything I tried but nothing again,
Blood trickled down my legs and I just knew it was the end,
No one would listen not one person cared,
Till a woman came out and saw my despair,
She rushed me through the doors and all I saw was bright lights,
It was then I woke up clutching my stomach and filled with so much fright.
About the Creator
Jessica Moncada
Just a small time writer from California who has never had the courage to take the chance and start putting my material out there.




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