Bang To the Head

A low punch to the ribs
Three swift kicks to the shin
BANG, the ground is met with her head

Nails slice across her cheek
Blood trickles slow
Puddles of water form beneath her eyes

Silent grunts as fists fly
A brawl, indeed
Daddy raised a tomboy and momma didn’t raise no fool

Her ankle meets his middle
Down he plunders, hard
Brush off, stand up

Flick, the tip of her cigarette ignites
He grunts, still
Throbbing pains to the head warn injury

“If it ain’t against a headboard,”
Ash tumbles from her smoke stick
“it just ain’t worth it.”


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