Sew Me Up
by Bethaney Nielsen
The pressure in my chest was heavy with a burning sensation as it travelled down wards, stopping just above my pelvis. My body felt like clammy dead weight. To my right, I could hear the rattling of metal, followed by something soggy.
I opened my eyes, above me stood a man with a look of terror.
Forcing myself to sit up, I was surprised when my intestines fell into my lap.
The man suddenly found his feet and run for the door.
‘Hey!’ I yelled ‘get back here and sew me up.’
The sign above the door read ‘City Morgue’.
See more work from Bethaney Nielsen:
‘Don’t Play with Dead Things’
