a Poem by Mercy Gondwe
The blade wedged itself deep into my chest
It writhes, cutting deeper into me.
The blood leaks from the aching wound
And fills my empty chest,
There is no room to breathe.
My mouth agape, I’m gasping for air.
The tears slide down my face and slip past my lips
I raise my hand to grab the blade but I cannot touch it
It has sunk so far into me that I can no longer see it
Oh but I could feel it.
I lay my body still to calm its writhing
And soon enough my chest opens
The salty blood gushes out of me, the blade flowing with it
My skin and my clothes are dyed red as a warm pool wraps around me
My voice is caught in my throat; I cannot scream
I lay still as the blood engulfs me, only seeing red
This is death.
About the Author
Mercy is a seventeen year old girl that loves reading and writing and takes great pride in it. She likes to spend time with her friends, listening to music and spending time in nature.