A solid hit to the jaw Several painful kicks I’m sure Hands like hammers on her head Red and blue lights and blood, she’s dead. Troubled teens whip out their phones Harsh winds disturb the pile of bones bully with murderous intent Tears spill, a summer ill spent They say that it is all okay But I play crippled anyway I could have pulled a bully back Stopped her light bleeding into black. My fatal flaw, my indecision I’ll shut them out for fear of hurt avoid the mental collision Thinking: sticky crimson on her shirt Now as the sirens blare their song hope to God the bully’s long gone Will it go away- will it not? Red and blue will make my mind rot.