Thursday, March 19, 2009

See how deep the bullet lies.

We circled each other like spitting cats, attempting to redefine boundaries.

He's still scarred from my claws, I let him set the terms of combat.

He lashes out, I acknowledge the damage. I show my belly.

As the words continue to fly, I rise up. Give me everything you have, I tell him, hurt me badly.

It'll refine my edges.

His attacks stop.

He retreats.

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