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Graphic Violence

Blood stained your graphic tee
And red streaked your face.
We waited at the urgent care;
I stared off into space.

A stray limb crushed your nose
While at the show.
Kids these days don’t know
Proper pit etiquette.

“I don’t regret it for a minute,”
You said, slurring the words.
I blinked, not understanding
How a concert was worth it.

You grinned then winced,
“This injury is temporary,
It’ll heal shortly.
The story lasts a lifetime.”

I understood a day later
At lunch with friends.
You said with a gleam in your eye,
“You should see the other guy.”