I could barely look up the concrete stairs.
Cold. Wet. Slippery. The blood running from my mouth and nose. Left eye swollen shut.
They jumped me out of the blue. Wallet gone. No person in sight to help.
I knew better than to be walking out in this neighborhood at night, but I just had to get out…was crawling the walls of meaninglessness.
I manage to lift myself up several steps. Blood running into my good eye now. Feel weak. Dizzy. Don’t look down.
I’m hurt worse than I thought. Bleeding heavy now.
With all my strength, I reach the top of the stairs. I think to myself. This is about right…paid for my apathy.
And I’m not even afraid anymore.
~ Meyer Lane