The blacktop stings the palms of my hands and burns my fingertips.
My legs feel the crunch of gravel beneath them.
I spit blood. Warm and metallic.
Somehow I manage to rise to my feet.
My knees are in shock. They quake profusely.
I stare at you, astounded. The sun lights your face.
A warm smile appears there.
A sharp blow to the stomach.
Back down.
Pain shoots up my spine.
My head throbs. With each beat, I hear your name.
Again, I crawl from my knees to my feet.
Desperation.
And again, you strike me down.
Repeat the process.
Repeat the process.
Repeat the process.