I Felt It Poem by Rachel Brewer

I felt the bullet rip through me.
I felt it.
It went through all my insides.
Ripped them out.
Ripped them all out.
I fell to my knees.
Watching as a shower of crimson dropped beneath me.
I saw it.
It was lumpy, full of bits.
Bits of me, my insides.
I began to crash.
Crash down onto the ground.
I was down.
Now laying in the pool of red.
Motionless, but still aware.
The bullet was gone now.
But a hole ripped me in two, letting my soul pour out.
Onto the floor.
I stared straight ahead.
Saw people screaming, running.
They didn’t know what had happened.
Neither had I.
I was on the floor, felt like ages.
I began to fade away.
Slipping into the dark.
Deeper and deeper into the dark.
I thought it would be different,
Dying.
It’s just like going to sleep.
Except,
This time,
I wasn’t waking up in the morning.