Not Guilty.

Slammed on the wall
Grinding skin with brick
You try to dodge
The force of a three hundred pound
bony missile
Smashes your jaw.


Tiny pieces of calcium
Crunched together
And the sharp pain
Screeches to your toes

Your hands are up in surrender
An almighty voice yells–
Do not resist.
Your hands raise higher
Asking for salvation

The words leak out your mouth
Like a faucet of blood

“Our father who art in. . .”

Sirens flash
Of red and blue
Then fireworks interrupt



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