The hairs of my arms standing up My veins seemingly filled with ice water Almost there now, trying not to strut Scanning the crowd, trying to spot her. Can’t get my hands to stop shaking Nearly a hundred have gathered to see The spectacle of violence we will be making A battle of fist and bone, just him . . . and me Trying to remember how or why this began Something he said, something hurtful and wrong Hearing ridicule in my head, what would they say if I ran? Can’t back out now, have to stand up and be strong As I come around the corner, I see him standing in wait. Adrenaline pumping My heart won’t stop thumping. Striding towards him with no hesitation His fists are up, he’s ready to go An instant release of my anger and frustration A resounding crack as we move to and fro A glance at my hand I see it is broken. Pain surging through, fighting back a tear Of this day I will have a lifelong token Bright flashes of pain, darkness grows near My entire world won’t stop turning A punch and a kick, and we’re on the ground Jostling for position he grabs hold of my hair I can see fear in his eyes, his hesitant glare Pressing my thumb right into his eye Out loud he yelps and begins to cry An elbow falls across the bridge of his nose His eyes roll back and the rest of him froze I stand up victorious, my heart beating so fast Relishing the moment, knowing it certainly won’t last Taking in the boisterous crowd as they jump and cheer Letting the adrenaline pump, feeding off the fear The rest of that week seemed just a little brighter Enjoying the pain and glory of being a fighter FOR ALL THE FIGHTERS OUT THERE!!!!!
Posted on: Mon, 07 Oct 2013 02:33:16 +0000
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