Them... and I

Caught in a place

In mid air

I took the punches, I swallowed the blames

I rolled around as they kicked my existence

They stabbed me with their words

They drowned me with their hatred

They squeezed my heart for the juices of their joy

They kicked my all with forces of their hell

I flew in the air

I felt the pain

I saw the dark

I froze

In mid air

This is the moment

This shall be it

The moment where all pains swim in a pond

The second where all doubts smash on certainty

The instant when you fold in the darkest hole

In mid air

I took the beating

I took it all

I lost my voice

I fell into silence

I crushed into the surface

I did not bleed

They killed me

They left

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They walked away

They left a memories-lavished trace

Step

Step

Steps

They gathered their waters and walked away

I left the floor

I shook to stand

I shivered aggressively

Pain

I felt the knife

Its sharpest teeth rattled my insides

I thrust it out

I never bled

I forgot my sound

A passage

Step

Step

Shadows… them.

They glared and boggled

I gave them their knife

I walked away