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There's another me standing there

His clothes are light, his eyes in shadow

As far as I can tell he's staring at me

And it seems like he may be approaching

I feel some kind of limitless dread

There's something growing heavier by the second

Should I say something? Something relevant

I'm kind of curious but also a little afraid

I raised one hand to make a statement

He was maybe three or four feet away

And all I felt was his fist meeting my gut

I lost my breath and bent down low

Without hesitation his knee met my chin

And just like that, I was on my back

I stared at him and did my best to escape the scene

Until he traced a name in the air above me

All I could perceive was that it started with an "E"

and that it obviously meant something to me

I could just feel all of the pain and the guilt

I was bleeding and heaving while I thought of the spill

Struggling to my feet as he took a few steps away

His boot caught me between the eyes and there it would remain

I was laid out flat with his heel pressing down

He didn't show much emotion when I twitched on the ground

Just pushed a little harder, I could hear things cracking

Through one eye I could see him while I slowly slipped away

He was just me, just a certain kind of me with a younger face

Looking so distant and unhappy, he'd stare with dead eyes

He would occasionally glance far away without a bit of concern

Eventually, he kneeled next to me, with a curious way about him

I eventually forced my head his way and let the blood seep away

And he just carelessly pointed at me

Without a word or a breath, just pointed at me

The hurt and the blood and the fiercely torn bone

All I could think of was how much I deserved it.



The last thing I remember was a punch in the face.