Thoughts of an Eaten Sun

through the mind of kyle tolle

Ring that Pain

A fourth the way across the base
and I leapt to make you suffer.
And me landing on the balls of
my feet and the cracking spine
in your back giving out
before you even had a chance
to kick your little feet in the air.
You could have avoided it
but, when you saw me sprinting,
fear took over and left
you on stunned pilot.
Your eyes growing wide during
my pounce, but now really
expanding… with the realization
of what transaction took place
between my feet and your vertebrae.
Take stock your surroundings and
that pain. That pain will ring,
then fade, and never again shall
your feet propel you. Lame.