Twenty-One Wilted Roses
I am the woman who died when the EMT
I remeber a few things about the night I died.
I remeber the impact of of the car quickly crashing agianst mine.
I remeber my head pounding hard onto the steering wheel.
I remeber the blare of my horn,
The sound of sierns,
And the feeling of a blazing pain surging throughout my body.
I remeber that I was going back to my loft that night coming home from a drag party.
I was dressed from top to bottom as a flamboyant girl.
I even looked more femine than Jeferee Star.
I was amazingly beautiful.
But when the EMT came, I was ruined.
My wig was frayed.
My makeup was smeared.
I was a horrid sight.
They dragged me from the wreckage of my car,
My blood spilling everywhere.
I knew I was dying.
You know, when people are dying they say their whole life flashes before their eyes.
Nah, I wasn't lucky enough to have that happen.
All I remeber was the following.
Once they removed me from the wreckage, they said that I was too frail to be lifted into the ambulence.
Two male EMTs layed me on a stretcher and checked my vitals.
The look in thier eyes, they looked scared, worried.
Everything that they were saying was a compleate blur.
But then they opened my shirt.
The needed to give me CPR.
I was seeing this from above now.
I was too close to death.
Death and I were fighting over control of this situation.
They noticed that I had no chest.
The one man looked grossed out.
The other looked worried.
One thought I was discusting.
The other thought I had breast cancer and my chest colasped.
Neither was right.
But they both just shrugged it off.
As they performed CPR my chest rose and fell.
I was alive again.
Back on the ground.
But my wig,
My wig,
My wig was off.
I was exposed for all to see.
The men stopped.
They walked away.
"Stupid faggots."
That was all they said.
I was dead minutes later.
I am the woman who died when the EMT s stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I remeber the impact of of the car quickly crashing agianst mine.
I remeber my head pounding hard onto the steering wheel.
I remeber the blare of my horn,
The sound of sierns,
And the feeling of a blazing pain surging throughout my body.
I remeber that I was going back to my loft that night coming home from a drag party.
I was dressed from top to bottom as a flamboyant girl.
I even looked more femine than Jeferee Star.
I was amazingly beautiful.
But when the EMT came, I was ruined.
My wig was frayed.
My makeup was smeared.
I was a horrid sight.
They dragged me from the wreckage of my car,
My blood spilling everywhere.
I knew I was dying.
You know, when people are dying they say their whole life flashes before their eyes.
Nah, I wasn't lucky enough to have that happen.
All I remeber was the following.
Once they removed me from the wreckage, they said that I was too frail to be lifted into the ambulence.
Two male EMTs layed me on a stretcher and checked my vitals.
The look in thier eyes, they looked scared, worried.
Everything that they were saying was a compleate blur.
But then they opened my shirt.
The needed to give me CPR.
I was seeing this from above now.
I was too close to death.
Death and I were fighting over control of this situation.
They noticed that I had no chest.
The one man looked grossed out.
The other looked worried.
One thought I was discusting.
The other thought I had breast cancer and my chest colasped.
Neither was right.
But they both just shrugged it off.
As they performed CPR my chest rose and fell.
I was alive again.
Back on the ground.
But my wig,
My wig,
My wig was off.
I was exposed for all to see.
The men stopped.
They walked away.
"Stupid faggots."
That was all they said.
I was dead minutes later.
I am the woman who died when the EMT s stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
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Sorry this chapter took so long =DI hope you enjoyed it though!
I've been really busy and I'm trying to get an idea for a new story after this one.
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