The Concrete Bed

I hear a gasp
and smell the blood
a warm and liquid fume

My nostrils creamy
with the sense
my neurons suddenly bloom

Where am I now
I think to myself
realizing I´m on the ground

The concrete hard
against my face
that no longer seems so round

I notice tree tops
hovering
as if part of the sky

I fly above
and see myself
on the road about to die

A sense of wonder
spread throughout
my body feels so cold

A sudden shake
and lights are out
I let the end unfold

This is my entry for the Short Story Slam 3

Write Hard Award - awarded by Bluebell Books