March 5, 2003
Down on the ground grown man kicking you in the gut; babies watching, tears, confusion. A dark night, but not late. People aware. No cops, just backs. Flash forward. All good. A distant memory. No more flashbacks; visions, a black fist, angry eyes. Just leave, pack up, live in a box if you have to. Hunger is better. Freezing is better. Let the security go, keep your dignity. So long ago. Sharing with someone recently, brought back the memory, but the pain isn’t there. It’s like watching a film. An actress lying there battered and bruise, not me. Never again!