Clenched Fist


Clenched Fist

 

Tightly wound

Digging nails embedded in palm

Slow bleeding crescents dripping wet

Reddening for the cause

 

Do I strike?

With hold, release

Shatter flesh and bone

 

Dare I mar his pathetic face with another blow?

Pummeled downward

Unending hate

Hair and blood and pulp

I’ve made a mess of what once was your mask

And left my mark for good.

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