Snatched

"I don't even know why this is happening. Why, what did I ever do. Fuck you! Let me go! Get off - please, please no."

Shoved in the gut with something hard, black tape over my eyes, choking on air. Hands clutched to stomach over a growing bruise. A baseball bat maybe? Whacked on the back of the knees, fall down. Crying. Tears well up trapped behind duct tape. Eyes drowning now. Dragged by too many hands to count. Ankles, legs in vice grips. Back of head clunks off of curb onto asphalt. Start kicking. Kick. Get them off. Don't give in. Get a knee in the chest.

"Stay fucking still!"

Wheezing now as I'm dragged on my back over to a car? Truck? Space shuttle? Whatever it is, the engine is running. Suddenly hands have me airborne. I feel like a baby, a baby being rocked. My brain feels like it's floating. My aching body writhing. They half drop me. My left side slams half in half out on a metal frame to the door of whatever they're trying to shove me into.

I shout out in pain. Scream for help. Beg to be set free.

Hanging out of the door frame. Head inches from road, hair tickling it. They rudely drag my upper half in, a door slides shut and we're moving.

Originally posted on February 26, 2006 on Myspace.

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