Through My Eyes

They come at me.
Chase me to the wall
Caged in, locked in,
No way out.

Their stare, a dagger.
White-hot. Crackling.
It stabs. It electrifies.

A fist, sharp, blunt, shadowed
flies at me like thunder breaking sky.
Once. Twice.
Three times
before someone steps between
my face and that ugly fucking thing.

Time doesn’t move.
It fractures.

One
My eyes burst open
floodgates shattered.
Convulsions rattle my bones.
I scatter, shake,
float in salt.
My chest soaked
in sting.

Two
My breath goes missing.
Earth shifts, stumbles, mourns
beneath me.

Three
It finds bone.
I drive my fist into the wall
a silent fucking scream
to keep my own inferno contained.

Lightning braids through my soul.
Thunder nests in my skull.
I am cracked. Split. Remade.

And something inside me
crumbles.

Humanity is not what I believed.
If they could hit me like that
no flinch. No pause
then killing me
wouldn’t take much more.

For a breathless fucking eternity,
I think they might.

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