bloodshot

i swear
he stormed into the bar
like a fist in my face
turning over tables
kicking chairs out from under
the long standing rumor
that i belonged to this place
the only thing that saved me
was the primal instinct
to bolt for the door
while his back was turned
catching my breath a thousand miles away
crossing the lines
of some lonesome highway
it finally hit
the fist in my face
was not thrown in anger
but in furious grace

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