Thursday, October 13, 2011
Agony wars with my despair. Alone, except for the red-barred snake that makes lazy s-curves toward me from one slope of the ravine. I twist away but pain in my shin explodes. My scream smothers the sound of the bones grating in my broken leg. Dust hangs in the air, stirred from my fall. The grit tastes like ashes on my tongue. Like regret.