I had never felt before,
like being burnt by neon.
The screams, and hoots,
came from all directions around me.
Now I know. Now I know.
14 black shadows linger nearby.
The wound from that knife is still deep within.
The attacker seemed to have gotten away.
No one in sight.
Not a soul.

I had never been broadsided before,
like being hit for the first time.
Not another. Not again.
And again.

I walk away from the toppled ruins from past existence.

I find a way.

I look at you with sympathy.

I hope for the bests in all.