Police Brutality

Their voices shout from all directions, one sprays me in the face with liquid fire, another kicks and stomps at my back and legs. They beat another with their fists pounding at his soft flesh like drums, leaving him on the edge of life. The taste of copper lingered on my lips as the crimson ink splattered on my face. I put my hands up in surrender, but once the fire rises within them it spreads – consuming me along with it. The sky weeps as I fall with a thud on the asphalt. The rain seeped into my skin like acid, but nothing can wash away the blood stain, poured on the dull pavement. My bruises have slowly healed as time ticked away the brutal passions of their mistakes, but my voice remains to break the silence.