A Twisted Fable

A wise man once told me,

“The bigger the trauma,

the bigger the gift.”

Then he took me down and started punching me:

“You are supposed to be thanking me."

Blood came out of my nose.

"I’m giving you such a great gift."

The light was bright and distorted by the dark objects coming at me. I felt internal bleeding, alongside gratitude in my chest.

"Your life is going to be so great after this.”

Numb, my body went to sleep.