I was going for a carton of milk
when I was set upon. I’d felt
I was being followed,
then there was this excoriating pain
between my shoulder blades.
I fell to the ground, where they kicked
viciously at my stomach and face.
As my vision blurred, I couldn’t define
their faces but felt their animal glee,
as I writhed on the pavement.
I know it was over quickly.
I bled quietly, then an old lady
found me, and rang for help.
I am perplexed by such a vicious
random attack. At the clinic
they patch me up, hand me
a prescription for painkillers,
and I’m off to break it gently to Bella.