The Fist

I imagined your face… There, right in front of me… I couldn’t see the loveliness I once used to adore but I saw your malicious grin and your evil look when you realised that I knew everything… Tears were beginning to stream down my cheeks and I started to choke. No! Not because of you, YOU DISGUSTING BITCH!

The first blow hit rough concrete and I felt the pain searing through me. How on earth could you do that…?! You’ve been my love, my life, MY EVERYTHING! Another blow, this time a lot harder. Hot blood began to run down my knuckles and for the first time I felt relief, as though my skin had been the barrier of my feelings. Still, my fury grew as grew my intensity of hitting the wall.

When I thought that it had been enough and when my rage subsided, I felt the pulsating pain in my smashed knuckles. After a short examination, I could only discover skin lesions. So I would bandage it and it would be alright in a couple of days.

Then, a sudden image in my brain: You, looking at me, grinning malevolently when I discovered your little secret. YOU’RE NOT WORTH ANYTHING!

Another blow with all the power left in me. With a cracking sound I could hear my fingers fracture…

22/07/2012