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Gray Concrete

By Gavin Wigley

Concrete

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As I fell face-first into it.

The overwhelming fear of death shooting through my brain

Just as the pain running through my bones.

The concrete

The sudden stop on the concrete.

The sudden realization that in the eyes of the enforcer they are just enforcing.

Black or white all mix together to make the grey of the concrete.

The same concrete as that day

The painful, painful concrete.

“It's all over,” they say.

If it’s all over why is my nose still shaped the way it is?

Why do I still have all these scars?

It's because of the concrete.

And the feeling of the concrete will never leave me, And it will never leave so many others.

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