The moment she said it,
When her eyes darted to the ceiling,
And slowly fell
With the gravity of remembrance,
To meet mine---
Lucid with the clarity that comes
After healing,
I felt the horror,
That somebody ripped her
Inside,
I felt the terror,
Of seeing her
Hurt,
Lying in drying pools of her own blood,
Little by little,
Having the sparks reignite,
And seeing those same clear eyes
Fly up from the ground.
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