Blood. Why did you choose
Me to attack. Your large arm
Came down on my ankle
Like an anvil falls on a
Coyote. Your grip, never
Ceasing, shoving my converse
Into the hot sand. Lucky
No bone was cracked, just
Sprained pain shivering down
My limb. My converse, my
Savior, I owe you my
Sole. Dear killer tractor,
Find someone else to chew
In to. Crutches are my
New friends.
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