curb stomp
I’ve been beat.
Now here I am at your feet.
Foot to head, teeth to concrete.
I wonder if this is my dead end.
I wish my fate would bend.
I taste dirt mingled with sweat and tears.
There’s only one word to describe my feelings: fear.
I wish I could take back what I’ve said,
Take back all I’ve done.
I lay on my stomach, broken glass breaks my skin.
I feel his foot lift, here it comes.
One. swift. kick.
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