That’s
what he said.
But
I wanted her to know what'd hit her.
She
wouldn’t have liked not knowing what hit her.
"She didn't feel a thing."
"She didn't feel a thing."
Wherever
she is now…she is wondering and
Believe
me; she’d want to know
and
she’s mad as hell.
“She
didn’t know what hit her.”
That’s
what he said.
How
does he know?
How
could he know?
We
don’t know.
Her
pain may still be hurting
Wherever
she is now…
I look down at his shiny black shoes,
The
ugly linoleum floor
With
black skid marks
Stains
from fluids and substances I could
only imagine
only imagine
Chips
and scars in a floor
of
people going too fast to
get somewhere not in time.
get somewhere not in time.
”She
didn’t know what hit her.”
That’s
all he said..........
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