Aching pain
Bolts through my body.
Cold sweat drips off my face.
Dying today is not an option.
Even my own legs began to throb.
Fighting is my nature,
Giving up is all I want,
However I can’t fight my own nature.
It’s a paradox.
Jab to my face.
Kick to my peroneal
Limping I spin and I move.
Muscle fibers are tugged in different directions.
No losing today,
Only victory.
Punch to the liver.
Quivering he slowly moves to the left.
Right hook to the temple lands right on its mark.
Stumbling backwards he falls.
Teeth clenched.
Under his arm I slip,
Vigor begins to shoot through my body.
While he lay there squirming,
RelaXed I slip my hand,
Yanked his arm.
Zam! One swift movement . . . one swift submission