Attacked

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.

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