She wanted to hit me. She wanted to hit me so hard I’d fall and never get back up.

And now?

She wants to hit me. She wants to hit me so hard that I fall down and never get back up. But fear is present now.

What is it that she fears?

When did I acquire this power that protects me?

How can I thank it?

Distance has separated us now, that much is true. But I dare you, I dare myself, to stand in front of her defenseless.

She wouldn’t put her hands on me.

She wouldn’t say a word.

Closed fist. Open hand. Closed fist. Open hand.

I feel nothing. .Β