hole

there's a big hole in my forehead
that goes right through my frontal skull, into the brain and out on the back of my head.

somebody shot me.

somebody that had been hiding under the bushes all night long.

i didn't see the gun, i didn't see it coming.
i just heard one loud sound.
i just saw one red spark.
and i was down.

i just lied there, motionless.
eyes open
the sky was clear, the stars seemed so near.
i'm sure the wind blew a bit.
the earth was a jelly.
it was wet from the rain.
the grasses pricked my skin.
but i felt nothing.
this hole, had taken away everything.