Rattles
Bluelighter
Please forgive the benzo haze, I tend to polish more...
As the next kick comes into my face, my mind starts to wander as the shock fades. The pain's not even an issue yet. A feeling and sound that remind me of the dentist, and something hard near the back of my throat; the taste takes awhile to register. I'm just tired now , weary,... you can stop now, whoever the fuck you are. Can't you see I'm not getting up; not frightened, not angry, just tired...stop now.
And my thoughts? - ; what a fucking unique way of viewing the world; curlled foetally, cheek pressed against the the gritty wet concrete. Eyes moving relaxed over the endless interplay of sodium lighting and the tiny variation in eye level texture; dark , light, light, dark.
I register a nother impact - my back, maybe ribs,... but both closer and sharper,. stocatto treads, She's passing the end of my alley but I know her fear. SHE WON'T STOP it's already over; don't stop. Please stop...
Somehow this time my right arm is in font of my face. I hear as much as feel the deep damage in ny wrist (later I know its broken).
Finally they realize im not fighting anymore, and begin to go through ny piss-stained pockets : 8p in copper to their disgust, 'Why did you fight' asks one, the first. I have no answer. Naybe next time....
As the next kick comes into my face, my mind starts to wander as the shock fades. The pain's not even an issue yet. A feeling and sound that remind me of the dentist, and something hard near the back of my throat; the taste takes awhile to register. I'm just tired now , weary,... you can stop now, whoever the fuck you are. Can't you see I'm not getting up; not frightened, not angry, just tired...stop now.
And my thoughts? - ; what a fucking unique way of viewing the world; curlled foetally, cheek pressed against the the gritty wet concrete. Eyes moving relaxed over the endless interplay of sodium lighting and the tiny variation in eye level texture; dark , light, light, dark.
I register a nother impact - my back, maybe ribs,... but both closer and sharper,. stocatto treads, She's passing the end of my alley but I know her fear. SHE WON'T STOP it's already over; don't stop. Please stop...
Somehow this time my right arm is in font of my face. I hear as much as feel the deep damage in ny wrist (later I know its broken).
Finally they realize im not fighting anymore, and begin to go through ny piss-stained pockets : 8p in copper to their disgust, 'Why did you fight' asks one, the first. I have no answer. Naybe next time....
