Ten, eleven,twelve.
Concentrating hard.
Counting the bricks in the wall.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.
Counting to block everything out.
Shutting out the pain.
She doubles over,
as a fist connects with her cheek.
She loses count.
One, two, three.
She starts again.
But this time its harder to forget,
harder to lose herself in the numbers.
Yet mindlessly she continues.
Almost oblivious to the fist swinging closer to deliver the final blow.
Seven, eight, nine, ten.
But in the end theres only her.
