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"?
********. 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.
Copyright © Ricky Smooth | Year Posted 2014
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