Nov 13 2006
Why didn’t I run (when I could)?
My eyes close.
Just in time to hear the action of the gun audibly click.
Deep in the bowels of that dark alley.
The gunpowder is ignited.
And the thrust of the explosion forces the bullet from the gun barrel.
Careening into the space between myself and the gun.
Deep into the bone & flesh of my right knee.
And, oh the pain filled up my brain.
And I knew that I could still make it out.
Get away, all on my own.
My eyes open.
Springing open wide at the rush of pain to the head.
As my hands instinctively stretch out.
Reaching for a way to prop up my falling frame.
Resting my body on the wall.
Hoping against hope that my left leg won’t fail.
And, oh the pain filled up my brain.
And I knew that I could still make it out.
Get away, all on my own.
But just before.
Right as I turned to stagger off.
A click.
A bang.
A fleshy thud.
My eyes close.
Just as my body falls.
And it falls hard upon that unforgiving concrete.
The pain in my legs soon overwhelms the pain in my head.
And I wish I could shut it out.
I wish it would all go far, far away.
APN.
Copyright 10/08/2006
