This is Not Falling
He slammed me to the ground again today. Got me when I wasn’t looking. Flipped me over backward. My weak spot. And when I go backward, my bobblehead whips back from the spindle where my neck used to be, and it is the first part of me to crash the ground. I feel my brain ricochet inside my ringing skull. The rest of the body avalanches down after, piling and twisting extremities upon themselves. I feel sick and barely conscious, lying on the ground not moving, I sense my body, head to toe, waiting for injuries. Rosa wants to lift me up, but I don’t let her. I feel I might fall apart. I need to wait, to be sure I’m still intact, and for a while, I only feel fuzzy, disassembled. Finally, I let her help me to a chair. I have a nasty headache for about an hour, something in the left side of my neck is pulled and hurting, and my left thumb is sprained, swollen, stiff, and very sore. The damage to my body is minimal. The damage to my spirit is catastrophic.
-kara