this is rather graphic. its about my bike crash.

Heartless: the day before May

Music blaring in my head,
Paying attention to everything said.
But suddenly he came, from out of the blue,
I had to move fast to avoid being sued.
I yanked to the left, it happened so fast,
I was lucky to not need a cast.
Bike undamaged,
Leg, by the handle brake, ravaged.
Blood, fire hot, and flowing,
To hurt and unknowing.
“Dude,” he called,
“You need a hospital Dog.”
“I’m ok, I’m fine,”
I said, not noticing the thick and long red line.
Then I saw and was surprised,
‘That’s a lot of blood,’ I realized.
It dripped down my leg I could feel I didn’t need to see,
Over my sock, on my shoe and onto the concrete flowing freely.
I limped away, to a lamp post,
Thinking of the scar I would boast.
As I dialed for an ambulance,
People walked by with only a glance.
No one helped, though my blood was in sight.
The pain was intense,
No one was coming to help, which made me incensed.
Finally, three stopped to help,
God bless them, for they wore clothing the color of kelp.
One called for an ambulance while two stood watch,
But it was already close, the driver top notch.
Whilst the stretcher was being prepared,
An officer of the campus sliced my pants and at my wound he stared.
A deep gouge that tore muscle, blood pouring,
The scene was far from alluring.
Fat hanging in plain view for everyone to see,
And yet my mind was only for my favorite slashed jeans of Lee.
As I was helped onto the stretcher, I must confess,
That I was not paying attention to my leg’s protests.
Don’t get me wrong, I did feel pain,
I was just wondering if I would need a cane.
It was my first time in an ambulance and I was very excited,
Thus my curiosity ignited.
This helped me bare the pain,
And indeed helped keep me sane.
We arrived at the hospital in not more than three minutes,
It was then the jarring made me realize my limits.
The pain had come back like a slap across my face,
It felt like someone had hit my leg with a mace.
When we arrived, I had X-rays,
“We have to change his bandages,” the nurse says.
After that they had me put my leg in a position that hurt badly,
It was so that the X-ray could take a proper picture, sadly.
When I was back in my room, I turned on a re run of Zack and Cody,
Wishing it was all fake… a dream… phony.
Then the doctor came in with a bottle of cold water,
It had a hole in it and sprayed it into my leg without a falter.
It did not hurt but felt strange,
Ice cold water pouring into my hot warm body, I wished it would change.
I looked down and saw the fat floating,
Blood mixed with water flowed out, washing away blood crusting.
Finally, my wound clean, he took needles out,
Upon seeing them I tried not to shout.
I focused on the TV, squeezing the arm of the bed,
The pain of a needle piercing my wound filled my head.
Soon it was all over and he grabbed a curved needle, like a hook,
Using a blue wire, he pulls my skin together, going by the book.
It takes six stitches to pull my skin back together,
Then I get crutches; my leg feeling opposite the weight of a feather.
I call for a friend to take me home,
I was happy I wasn’t so alone.
Good thing I heard always come in pairs,
God bless Beverley, and the three who were there.


by logan carver