Taken With the Wind

It stung.
It swelled.
My skin was tight.
Sore.
Hot.
It burned.

We stood.
In disbelief
In awe
In fear
Of him
Of himself

It hurt.
It bled.
The red streamed down my cheek
Thick and
Hot.

I couldn't move.
I couldn't breath.
I couldn't think.
I couldn't speak.
Neither could he.