It’s My Turn Now
Struck, hard, to the side of my face.
Unexpected, a coward delivered it, a punk.
Head snapped, lights flashed like a firework in the night sky
My head swung like a wrought-iron gate violently kicked open
Dropped to one knee more out of shock than of pain
Crimson blood fills my mouth, I know it, it tastes of copper
I slowly look up, I smile, it’s a scarlet death grin
Only someone who’s been beat because they’re alive can know that smile
I laugh, blood and saliva running from my mouth now, it is pure rage.
I can smell his fear now, it is orange-yellow, it stinks of decay… it is old
OK, it’s my turn now motherfucker…
Posted Aug 13, 2026, 4:17 PM UTC
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