Discomforting Truth

Because it happens more than many would care to think.

Rusty railing scraping against skin

Stars roll into streetlights

Streetlights disappear into cracked concrete

It’s warm

Damp and dizzy

Twitching lips touched by rough fingers

Bitter burning beneath blurred vision

Shark skin jacket

Sudden panic

Steam streams from the street as the cloud bursts rain

It’s cold

Strange and scary

Flinching fists struck by steel knuckles

Bloody coughing beneath violence

Icy water rushing across skin

Blood flows into street drains

Street drains soon appear to hold a crushed figurine

It’s warm

Dark and hazy

Wisping glimpses brushed by empty eyes

Brazen gloating above fatal still

Scream out siren

Sudden panic

Crimson splashes from the street as he leaves me again

It’s cold