A fist may hurt more than words, but regret…
will push you off a cliff. It will not leave a simple scraped knee to be healed by a mother’s kiss. There is no needle to stitch wounds made by landing in a thorny bush.
When you fall…
the clouds will slice your cheek. Moisture will be like stinging spit licking against your burning skin. Bring forth spoil tears that will leave with your stomach sick.
Your mind...
becomes unstable, as the plummeting drop brings you closer to the ground. You have only a second to how you will you should have taken the fist.