A conflict over
Dust now settled
Sure I'm the winner, it came sooner
Tangled in heavy breaths, shaky arms, sweaty palms and overflowing eyes.
Was it worth all this?
I guess?
Now what? The fighting is over.
"Rejoice!"
Unfortunately I'm still tangled up, I'm barley untying the knot.
One may call that a pity party.
I call it cleaning up.













