A tragedy waiting to happen.
My legs like jelly.
Chest tight
No breath to come out.
Just the rythmn of my heart .

Tick. Tick. Tick.
Steps that move to run
across the kitchen floor.
Then arms flayng.
And somebody about to
get hurt, gets hurt.

Your face is close to the hob now
And this life is not mine.
Its a different life and
I'm not even in it.
Not there at all.
I'm breath. Trying to come out
But this life, -
This life that's not mine won't let it.

Your face is red, sometimes blue.
You got hurt.
Hard, fast, bad.
Hit and hurt.
He got hurt too.
I tried to stop it.
But tick tick then boom
All over. Too late.

Your friends again now
Clean shirt for him.
Clean face for her.
Then out the door for drinks?
Into the night
The same life.

But i'm still here.
Trying to breath.
Nothing.
No life at all.
Not mine anyway.
I said that already didn't I?

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