Flickering lights were the first things he noticed as he awoke, dazed, confused, and hung over
Laying on the asphalt, he tried to roll off his back but found he couldn’t
As if he was stuck there by the hand of God, all he could see were
Strobing lights pulsating across the cloud-infested night sky
He began to cry when he heard his brother say, “Told you superglue would work.”
The sensation of someone’s foot stomping down on her was all too real
Reducing her to a bundle of pulsating overstimulated nerves
Even getting out of bed on those days was met with dread
And yet she kept working on surviving day after day
Damned if she wasn’t willing to bite back
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