Stitches

Stitches

Twelve years ago is when this adventure took place...

My aunt had a smile that shined brighter than the sun on her face,

for I had only seen her once before,

and that was the moment I entered this world.

Soon enough my mom called from the top of the stairs,

My aunt immediately replying, “One second, I will be right there!”

The moment she left I was all alone,

and she told me to stay still as a stone.

She promised me that she would be right back,

but as soon as she left she heard a big “SMACK”!

“Oh why did I not listen?” I asked myself in pain,

why did everything people tell me not process in my silly little brain.

I had jumped from the couch to hang from a balloon,

what? Did I think I was part of some cartoon?

I pounced high at the balloon hoping to be like tarzan,

but soon after I realized I am definitely not a stunt man.

This jump did not go as planned as you can see,

for seconds after I had glass planted in my knee.

This incident took place in a blink of an eye,

I even had glass sticking into my thigh.

There was blood running down to the tip of my toenail,

and I promise you this isn’t just a silly old tale.

I screamed so loud that my neighbors could hear me,

I screamed so loud, well...can you blame me?

I know that my aunt was the only relative who could see me,

but I’m pretty sure all the others could hear me.

My entire leg was bursting in pain,

I swear, I was honestly going insane.

My parents and aunt all ran to the door,

but could I walk that distance? I was unsure.

As they carried me to the car I continued to scream in pain,

and by the time we arrived I caused them a migraine.

My screams were full of horror and fear,

but this wasn’t from the glass, it was because the ER was near.

My parents told me in a horrifying tone,

“IT WILL BE INFECTED IF YOU LEAVE IT ALONE!”

As I headed into the doctor’s office thoughts ran through my head,

though seconds after I was laying in a bed

Looking to the side I saw the doctor sitting on his stool,

and next to him I witnessed a variety of sharp and pointy tools.

Being wide awake I was not put to sleep,

therefore,  as they dug into my skin I sat there and weeped.

Oh why did I have to land on my dad’s coffee glass,

but let’s just forget about that little incident since it’s all in the past.