Please note this is a piece of fiction nothing that I am going through.
It’s the pain you notice the most.
Not the cold of the concrete beneath you. Or the discomfort of the stones and small detritus of every day life pressing into exposed flesh. Nor does the air, so cold exposed flesh turns blue in moments. No. None of those can compete.
Pain.
Red.
Angry.
Stone cold fist pummeling already bruised flesh.
I can feel it leaking from me.
Hot.
Pooling beneath me, warming flesh for a flash.
Lips trembling I stare up at him.
I birthed him.
I raised him.
And tonight he took my life from me.
Grey cloaks my vision. I am aware of the dull bump bump of my heart. His face contorted leans over mine. Spitting. His final disrespect.
I numbly raise my hand to cup his face. He rears back with disgust from the red gore. The multiple injuries now fading.
‘I love you my boy. I forgive you.’
His howls tore through midnight air.
Pain is the first thing you notice.
Sept. 12/22
The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 