One low blow.
A swift knife to the belly
with a clean cut across.
At first it was a surprise,
she didn’t see it coming.
Then it was shock,
she couldn’t feel anything.
Then, at last, the pain.
The slow agonizing pain.
Her knees tucked into her chest.
Heaving sobs racked her body.
Tears soaking her hair,
caressing her cheeks.
The one to always help her up wasn’t there anymore.
No one to help clean her wounds.
No one to sew her up.
But herself.
And that is heartbreak.