World War III
It echoed through the house
The stinging feeling in my hand as your hand came down
Then the grenade exploded
Shrapnel slicing through your finger
Yet leaving me unharmed
The flashing lights of flash bangs
The sirens in the distance as World War III commenced
The screaming for help
The swearing and shoving
Even the silver bracelets couldn't keep the explosions away
They kept coming
The blood that covered the floor
Leaking from your figure
I will never understand
What made you hit her
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