When the Stitches Don't Stay.

A Poem by Megan Erica

When the stitches dont stay, your heart falls apart. Leaving you gasping for air. The air is smoke filles by every one cigarette that he burned her with. The burns are internal now. Emotionally scarring her as the minutes continue to kill her slowly. The minutes grow longer as she lays dead on the floor, and nobody knows her story. No one person knows what happened or what went wrong. It turned into a bloody mess that nobody could fix, or ever stop. ABUSE. She was scared for her life and that one day, it went too far. Her came home drugged up and high as ever. He wanted her, but she refused. He got angry and a knife appeared instantly. Screaming led to hitting. Hitting led to punching. And that final punch led to a cut and a stab wound. The cut of a broken heart on her chest and for his final touch, he stabbed her within both broken hearts. So as she gasped for her final breaths of air, her last words came out as she softly whispered into the empty room. "I love you."

-Megan Erica