Living ightmare
Excruciating pain,
bouts of nausea,
warm vomit muffling
my jagged screams
I struggle to escape
the nightmare.
The stench of blood
permeates my nostrils
as the blade slashes
through flesh and bone.
The pain, crippling,
the anguish unbearable
Unable to breathe
I bolt upright, searching
tangled sheets, only
to be assaulted again
by cruel wretched reality,
the living nightmare.
My leg is there
my husband dead
Oh Lord, had you taken
any part of me
any part, save him
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