Blood pouring from lip
Eyes closed to pain
Inner eye opened only to rage
Closing
Silently
In a fury of punches
That somehow fail to land on their true target
Somewhere deeper inside
Of me, and not you
Blood falling down my throat
Punch
Counter-punch
Two black eyes in the morning
But it’s not morning yet
It’s still night
It’s still time to fight
Fight me
Flailing fury fucks me over the head
Not seeing through the tears
Broken hearted
Wanting to break something else
Clenched fists
Striking out
Striking in
Hurting you
Just to hurt me
So I know somewhere
Deeper inside this skin
I can still feel.
September 14, 2003