I fall backwards,
my arms flailing until
I catch myself - just barely,
knocking my head
on the wall behind me.
I'm stunned.
I stare at the curiously
odd-looking girl that
crashed into me
like she was a bull-dozer and I
some unsmoothed tar.
I brush myself off
and get to my feet
but there's no need
to offer a hand to the
perpetrator of the whole mess.
I go to leave,
but then there's a hand
on my shoulder
and a broken voice
in my ear.
"Watch... going..."
I shrug the hand off,
and take two steps back.
I'm not sure what
she's saying but I've been in
situations like this before
and most of the time
people are looking for money
or someone to beat.
DU LIEST GERADE
Something Unheard
PoetryYou’ll be the muse for my art and I’m sure that your clumsiness will inspire everything I do. Novel in verse. Unfinished #2 Co-written by s.m. brooks and n.m. w. 2015.
