hercules.

i guess
you had to
find the strength
from somewhere.

i mean,
eventually.

i picked
at the scab,
and saw the
scar form.

what is it like
to have a drill
forced into
your elbow?

i mean,
really?

the pain
was dulled
almost
disappointingly.

i wondered
if other people
wished for the gunman
to turn their way.

i mean,
was it just us?

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