On the last day,
I hit a wall with my fist
and broke my hand.
I had never hit anyone or
anything.
I watched it happen in
slow motion
with play-by-play analysis
running inside my head.
“See what she did there?
Classic fist-to-wall collision.”
Squeaky marker drawing on glass,
arrows, diagrams, and more commentary.
“Drywall crumbled at her feet.
Didn't seem to feel anything, no excessive
bleeding. Penalty, broken hand.”
End of replay.
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