Impaled

It's summer and I went to the small estate park. I like it very much, you don't meet a soul there during the week. It is hot. So I look for a spot in the shade of the old trees. For quite a while I lie around lazily and drink liters of water. That's good in the heat, but after a while I feel downright drained. So I decide to do some activity. As I pull myself up, all the water in my stomach gurgles. My shirt stretches over the bulging belly, which I rub with pleasure. Then I get my juggling balls out of my backpack.

I haven't been juggling for very long and sometimes it works more, sometimes less well. It's actually going really well today. But… excited too soon! The balls are already flying back and forth. One lands behind the half-height wrought-iron fence. Damn! I reach through the bars but the ball is a little too far for me to reach. I'll have to get him. But I'm a fat guy and I don't feel like walking to the gate and halfway around the park in this heat. So I decide to climb over the fence for a moment. There's no one there who could take measures against me.

I don't even know how it happened. It's all happening so fast! Somehow, I slipped and at the same moment I feel this stabbing pain in my big belly. It's immediately clear to me that I fell into one of the arrow-shaped iron spikes. "Fuck!" I moan. It hurts beyond belief! I struggle to put my feet on the fence to take the pressure off my poor belly. But as I feel my cruelly aching tank as gently as possible, I realize how bad it really is. The point of the fence went straight through my navel and sank into my gut up to the crossbar, a good six inches. I am breathing heavily. Every movement, every breath, increases the searing pain in my big belly immeasurably. Moaning I only have one thought left in my head: I must get off this fence! I can't take the iron spike in my gut!

Groaning, I push myself up, trying to lift my big belly off the top of the fence. The pain is unbearable! I moan and groan as the pain tears and rages in my gut. Inch by inch, my belly rises. Then I clearly feel the tip meet the resistance of my abdominal wall. Howling in pain, I mobilize the last of my strength to keep from sinking back into the fence, desperately pushing myself up until I feel a visceral tearing in my gut. I can even hear it. "That was your navel..." I think, blacking out from the pain. Finally, I feel the iron rod slide out of my torn navel with a slippery sound. I cling to the fence, threatening to pass out from the pain. And then I slowly realize why it was so difficult and painful to pull the tip out of my gut. Because this is worked like an arrow with two barbs. These not only tore a gaping exit wound in my navel, but they also dug deep into my guts. I stare at the top of the fence, around which lies a loop of intestine, shiny red, which, like a garland, leads in a wide arc to my navel wound. I let go of the fence and stagger back a few steps in horror. The intestine slides smacking further out of my belly. I fall to my knees, whimpering, trying helplessly to hold back my bulging guts. Vain. Groaning, I drag myself back into the shade of the trees, gutting myself more and more. I do not care! For me there is no rescue anymore.

I squirm in pain, hold my so cruelly injured big belly. It heaves heavily. It hurts so bad! It is unbearable! My sore guts are throbbing warm and wet in my hands. Moaning, I keep pushing my aching belly out when it gets cramped. If only it were over quickly! But fate is not so kind. The iron tip missed the aorta as well as the large organs. No quick bleeding. My agony could last for hours... I stare glassy-eyed at the horrific wound, the bloody gut. Such a cruel, painful death awaits me!