Dead Girl Walking
Narrative poem of the day I died
April 21st, 2010
A day forever in my mind.
This day changed my life
To where it will never
be the same again.
See this was the day
That I had died.
I came back obviously,
for here I stand.
Or I could be a ghost,
refusing to pass on.
The day in question started normal.
A field trip to Columbus
With my 4th grade class.
It was fun and educational.
When we came back to school,
It was overcast, dark and gloomy.
I’d had a bad feeling all day.
I shouldn’t have discredited it.
Twenty minutes later,
I laid in a heap.
Broken and shattered in the street.
The metal 4-wheeled culprit idled ahead.
People flocked screaming and upset.
I just laid there calmly.
Numb from the shock of it all.
Paramedics arrived and had to move me.
My world exploded into astronomical pain.
Every road bump we hit,
And touch of their fingers
made me scream like a banshee.
In the ER trying to rest,
3 AM started to bring death.
My leg had swollen 3 times it's size.
Trapped inside a plaster cast .
Didn’t allow for much room, you see.
My tiptoes split.
Doctors and nurses rushed in .
Ripping and cutting at my cast.
Trying to remove it.
I needed surgery.
As I raced down the hall ,
I was screaming my head off.
They injected meds into me .
Trying to give me an escape.
But my adrenaline was pumping ,
And it wasn’t working.
They had to cut my leg ,
To relieve the pressure.
They cut while I was awake
Making me scream and cry.
But that pain was nothing
Compared to the next.
The right side of my left leg
Was cut straight with a scalpel.
But the left side
Split wide open
All the way to the bone.
The meds started working by then ,
I was slowly fading out .
The last words I heard ,
“We may have to amputate.”
I was out cold at the time.
But I was told,
Halfway through the surgery ,
I flat-lined.
“Too much stress on my little body.”
That's what the doctors said.
I was dead and gone ,
For a full 8 minutes.
Obviously they brought me back ,
For here I stand.
But that day,
Forever changed my life.
Now I have scars ,
And permanent damage,
And my body will never
Work the way it used to.
People think death is scary ,
And I would have to agree.
I shouldn’t have come back,
And yet here I am.
People say I shouldn’t act so nonchalant.
But to me I think it’s cool ,
To be a dead girl walking around
When I should’ve been in the ground.
About the Creator
Sarah Montgomery
Hello Everyone! I am a 27 year old aspiring poet & writer. I have 3 poems currently published & am going for more! I enjoy writing poetry, emotional pieces, satirical, & on occasion informative pieces. Hope you enjoy & have a wonderful day!
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