"Two inches from my knee. beware!"
I was pressing my own knee against hers
before the sentence finished echoing in my head.
I then semi realized that this has occurred and was
immediately verbal about it, as usual.
"Not close enough", I said with the pride and confidence
of a well defended warrior,
like I was trained to be in the two years of Nin-Jitzo.
Then, I panicked.
The realization was the real blow.
The fact that such thoughts had crossed my mind and
called my body to action was horrifying.
That I was ready to share in the violence and expressed it, body and words.
I ran as quickly as I could, remembering the last time
I was so quick to run scared in split seconds.
It had occurred twice in 24 hours on October first of last year.
Frankly, I must be totally traumatized still,
the violence then was much more real.