Desperate Breath

There was the tickle of my breathe choking out into the open air, nervous laughter trickling in behind.

”It hurts,” I told her as I felt the knife sink in.

I felt like Christmas roast, the blade digging down till the pain seared white, and it dragged down the center of my chest.

I must have been screaming that, my eyes pinched shut as I felt the heating blade leave, giving me reprieve only to start moaning again.

Her hand was digging in, giving me open heart surgery, because she said she would ‘take away my pain’.