05/20/2023
As the door splintered inwards
She realized her error
She’d trapped herself inside
And that filled her with terror
There was no where to run
No where to hide
These were simple facts
Which could not be denied
She wished she could disappear
Sink right through the floor
Instead she stood transfixed
At what came through the door
The man with the gun
Was someone she knew
The father of her sons
With him she had two
The second bullet
Struck her in the side
And she ran down the hall
As she screamed and cried
The bullet then hit her
Right in the back
Still she crawled forward
Away from his attack
Somehow she opened
The bathroom door
Closed it and then crawled
Across the floor
The fourth bullet stuck her
While she was in the air
The 3rd story bathroom window
She’d leapt from there
In my trauma room
She laid on my table
This is her truth
It’s not a fable
And what I learned
From her that day
If you try you can survive anything
That comes your way.
Leslie Bertrand
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