Accident

Smack. Backpack latch intact, knee fractured? Collapse. Need help. Breath trapped. Vision black. Drop. Vision back. Snap, crack, roll past. Sound echoes from the ground - green grass. Half past three, now. Kevin and the other seven can't even believe how I can still breathe. Wow. Was it that grim? I mean, I remember falling... but were my chances that slim? First push - NO. Vis-ion spl-it b-y pa-in CALM. What was that about "no gain"? Bullshit. I'm gonna pull a hat out of a rabbit. No prize was ever hung right for us to grab it. So. Second push - NO (Don't care) I'm getting out of this. Incomes night around my eyes like it was practiced. SssssttaaaaNNNNddd. Swirls. Eye-lightening. Everything is gone. Lean. Sight brightening. Slow return, thighs burn. Sight from eyes spies A way down into the landing. What BLUE skies. Focus. Crude, non-fluid movement and a curse for God, hobble and step, balancing foot on sod. Steps into a future. You decide.