I think I can make an excuse for you and your raging motivations. I will dip down, scrap around in the dark and figure out why you did it. At first it cut deep and made me look at the wound, at the red and black of it. I saw the blood escape and questioned its rush. Now I see no reason for it.
I could even find you on some dark night and ask you why? Face to face, no electronic middle man. You will shuffle uncomfortably in your brown shoes and whisper some apology, some strong willed regret. But I dont ask to make you uncomfortable or guilty. I see now. Just want you to see the human that was pushed about unkindly. No remorse or anger sits around waiting to strike. Just a questioning logic, asking questions of the illogical. The heart can be dizzy sometimes; most times.