
size of a fist,
heart beats your chest–
battering ribs
pummeling blood
and
pounding your ears
–bruising you
from the inside out.
Some stone,
some gold knuckled,
some without gloves,
it’s too obstinate
to concede. . . .
it’s only when
it decides to skip it
. . .
altogether
. .
are you
knocked out
.
of the ring
prompt: one way
November 28, 2017 





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