Luke carried me to my bedroom
And placed me on the bed.
I shrugged out of my pants
and pulled the shirt over my head-
no longer caring about
What he saw.
Suddenly,
He gasped
And pointed
To my chest,
A shard of glass stuck out-
and the blood ran down my stomach.
I clutched the area,
It hurt so much.
"Call my sister, she'll know what to do."
He did just that,
And she gave him instructions on what to do.
I picked at the bandages covering my chest
as I pulled a t-shirt over my head.
I snuggled into the covers-
cold and lonely.
