The second time, it wasn’t the drama of the first. No sirens screaming from three blocks away. No crowd filming with shaky phones.
— a version number, an update patch to a body that kept glitching. lil dee on the stretcher 2 1
The first time, he was all blood and bravado, cursing the paramedics, telling the world he was good. This time? Quiet. Eyes half-closed. Somebody’s hoodie pulled over his chest, rising slow. The second time, it wasn’t the drama of the first
The gurney wheels catch on a crack in the pavement. Same block. Different night. Same name, different fight. The second time
One breath. Then two. Then one again.