Wild-eyed with a crazed sparkle in your baby blues;
Crooked smirk glistens with bloody spittle,
smeared down to your chin with the bruised back of your hand.
Sweaty chest heaves with quick pants and ragged gasps.
Clammy bare feet clap the blood and sweat drenched concrete beneath.
Exhausted arms, muscles still twitching, swing as you swagger,
looking down at the grisly heap of a man, pummelled.
You spit a tooth to the floor and laugh, blackened eye wincing.
Tugging the sweat soaked waistband of your jeans,
you survey the crowd with a quick nod and they cheer.

04/12/2006

Author's Note: I might rework some of this later, but I wanted to get it out before I forgot a few of the phrases I wanted to use.

Posted on 04/12/2006
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