It wasn't until my eyelids shut,
That I realized the impact of his fist to my skin.
Ten seconds flew by faster than I expected,
It seemed like it never occurred and was an event that had escaped my thoughts without a warning of illusion,
When time was not still,
I should have known that my life was up for grabs and everything,
Anything was possible.
The coffee wasn't enough to keep my feet tapping,
My hair standing,
My teeth from grinding,
My lips from drying...
Soon it was more than what I had expected. Nothing like this time would occur with such small side effects again. I had to prepare, but to prepare meant that I had to sew back the skin you ripped, in order to anticipate a worse destruction that would await my life- your hands.
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