Over sticks, and stones...
no broken bones ...
only thick bands ringing
neck, and throat.
I floated onward, anyway:
my fainted,
fading body, splayed;
swathed, and rolled,
in a jacket shroud,
as gently, as...a paper wave.
Yet, onward, pulled,
on grasses, loud,
As softly, as
...a blackened cloud.
Bit of nostalgia, here. Contemplating the time I was jumped from behind and nearly choked to death, with my own hooded coat.
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He dragged me, unconscious, the entire length of the schoolyard playground, and left me unconscious, at the foot of the slide.
...I imagine my thick, winter jacket made quite the ruckus.
When asked about it, later, he said I have a "big ******* mouth", and he was determined to "shut it for me".
To this day, I have no idea, what set him off.
...I never did learn, how to do that, so, naturally, it was the first of many such experiences. Lol
...I have clawed, and fought, until ******, for my right, to my own voice, my entire life.