The Boot
Only a thousand he yelled I felt the impact of the steel boot heal Connect with my face The snapping of bones Sounding like small twigs The taste of blood My blood It runs so freely from my mouth Hours seemed like days Dragging myself to the phone Pulling the phone off the table Finally a plea for help No words will form I can not move my mouth Just blood So much blood I hear them talking as I slowly wake My eyes will not...
