Rough+and+Tumble

Rough and Tumble

I punch him in the face Knuckles smashing into his nose painting my hand rosy, glistening red While his eyes are watering I try and make a cheap shot But am interrupted by his elbow in my jaw

Teeth grind together and pop out of place I hit the ground hard, and catch a kick in my ribs Nerve endings scream fire and I yell in pain He tries another one, but I grab his leg And drive my head into his crotch His voice goes up an octave as he falls

I crawl over and make ready a punch Hit leg lashes out and catches me in the mug My nose turns to paste and I fall back I wait for him to finish things But I open my eyes to see an outstretched hand He laughs and says "Hi, I'm James. Good fight"