You held a hammer in your hand
turning your knuckles white-
ghaslty,
a tight grip around it,
a ghost relentlessly making you do it
again
and again.
Suddenly your grip loosens
as you gasp for air, drinking your surroundings in-
blood splattered all around
there laid her heart, which you had kept pounding again and again, l
ike a time loop,
every mistake, every pain
was another powerful hit
and then there laid your hand-
the one that held her heart,
feeling every single blow on her heart-
for hurting her was hurting your own self.
Whose blood was it?
Who was in more pain?
~ f.k (22:04)