By Patrick Madla
Wild thunderstorm hits my house
Mom’s cooking aromas surrounds us
Our stomachs grumble.
The necessity to hit the bathroom
Suddenly shivers my body
Unknown to me the bathroom floods
With pouring rain from the storm
Cold puddle on the tile
It’s quite impossible to my eyes.
My bare feet slip on the ice-cold water
While desperately try to hold onto a ladder
Adrenaline runs on my frail body
From head to toes as a drowned whimper
I exhale for help.
I perceive a sharp painful thump
On the back of my skull,
Blood is pouring from my head.
Mom hurries holding a cloth
Ice cubes stop the hemorrhage.
Emergency room, physician and personnel rush me in
Cold needles, I pass out.