You thought you had killed me.
You waited till the vultures came.


I watched your shoulders disappear into the heat haze.
I once thought those shoulders would protect me from anything.


It took me a long time to crawl out of where you had left me.
My chest, arms, belly, thighs, knees scraped raw.
Occasionally one of the deeper wounds on my belly rips open and bleeds out.
But mostly only scars remain now.


Sometimes I lay awake in the middle of the night and
hear my heart soldier on.
Thud, thud, thud.
No. I didn’t die that day.



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