Curved lines.. (9)

Recalescence

It was eleven in the night,

When we came back from the restaurant,

Followed by a long drive..

I staggered to my room,

While he locked the front gate;

I heard something

And I turned around…

A flying stiletto came right at me,

About to hit my chest..

I pushed it down..

My hand bled.

And the stilleto had hit my belly,

Eyesight blurred out….

When I came round,

I saw his sister beside me.

I had got miserable cramps,

And failed to lift myself up;

He had already left for his work;

A month later,my baby,

Was still---boRn

-swasTIKA