#WritcoStoryChallenge
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.

the look on their face,
spelled the outrageous
and horrific moment of grace
crawling under my skin with anxious
of injury
then i asked, will the jury
plead with me?

during that vacuum
i realised the hit and a brush of a bloom
that i lost it all.
the blood
on the ground, i slipped on.
what else could have gone
wrong?
i stand for justice to reach me, nothing
i cannot propel.

come now gentleman
im not a bad guy,

it was an indirect
and unpredictable scene
,exactly, when i thought
I've seen
it all occurring, but the vulture
forsaken the however glad creature.

brutality is not the action
i took, but, if none eyes of the witness
caught the event,
injustice will not be dependent
but unfortunately judged.

© @rodesa