1:15:11
Shit.
1:15:17
Oh, boy.
This ain't my motherf ucking day.
1:15:23
I can't believe he hit me.
1:15:27
Tired ass.
1:15:33
He gonna get f ucked up, watch.
1:15:37
Is it true the ribs can tell the kick
Of a beast from a lover's fist?
1:15:41
The bruised bones record it well
1:15:44
The sudden shock, the hard impact
1:15:47
Then swollen lids
1:15:49
Sorry eyes spoke not of lost romance
But of hurt
1:15:54
Hate is often confused
1:15:56
Its limits are in zones beyond itself
1:15:59
And sadists will not learn that
1:16:02
Love, by nature, extracts a pain
Unequalled on the rack
1:16:07
Why are we stopped?
1:16:10
I don't know. I'll find out, though.