SIRENS
SIRENS
Finally my blood began to coagulate.
I woke to the sound of sirens,
Someone’s in trouble,
Hope they’re all right.
Force reluctant eyelids apart
And see … nothing.
Blink, blink, blink -
And through a fog
Broken glass.
Try to move.
Legs trapped, numb.
Someone’s sitting on my bed?
Reach down,
Leg hot and sticky.
A distant voice,
“I’m Dave, a paramedic.
Have to stop the blood.
Press down on this.”
More sirens.
“Fire service
Here to cut you free.”
Sharp scratch,
“Keep pressing.”
And finally ….
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2024
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