I fell at your feet
you didn’t notice the smell of blood
dripping from my nose
bruised and mangled from the impact
your worn boots were
an anchor and
I patted the leather
like a long lost pet
your heel turned and
I felt a sharp slice
through my cheek
the warmth of your leg escaped
as you pulled away
leaving my vision clouded with dust
not once you turned towards me
as I lay on the earth
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Kim Ann lives and writes in Nevada. She loves the color red and a great mocha. Kim’s work can be found at www.facebook.com/kimannwrirtes Or, you can find her on Twitter @kim_ann1
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