The Knife

Stabbed in the back, somewhere between the shoulder blades, close to that center place where I couldn't quite reach.

Wasn't a mortal wound, wasn't the kind of thing that would kill me immediately, but it was enough to hurt like hell. Can't say whether the rage that came with the blade was because of the physical or the mental pain.

Probably doesn't matter. I just know what it did, how it felt and what it made me want to do.

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One More Year

 And here we go, rolling into a new year one more time. Hard to believe, yet impossible not to see.