My fists were covered in blood and bone.

October 25, 2006

My fists were covered in blood and bone. I didn’t stop punching until his head was just a cloud of red and pink. Bits of brain slipped around between my knuckles. Anyone watching would have just seen trails. My arms pumping punches too fast. 20 pound dumbbells strapped to each hand. I raised my soaked forearms to my mouth and licked. Tasted the blood. The victory. So falls another modern gladiator. So goes another life sentence. Faggot.

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