The Fight


A hard slap,
I felt the heat build up in my face,
Anger was next,
My eyes opened slowly looking at his shocked expression,
Tears burned my eyes, blurring my vision,
But I kept them from falling,
Next thing I knew I was on top of him.
Slap after slap, punch after punch,
I never felt so worked up after that.
That's when it all began.

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