like a ton of bricks it hits

before she finishes her sentence

as the predicate predicts

a swift ending to her presence



i could see it coming from a mile away

at six hundred miles an hour

a surprise attack, a tora tora kamikaze

no looking back

a tactic of considerable power



it doesn't matter now what i should have done then

my heart was in the right place at the wrong time again



in close to half a second my composure was lost

and i had found my modesty