Two Steps Ahead
The room was black. Moonlight from a solitary window. I hammered against the wall with his fists, I wore no gloves; Bare-Knuckle.
Punches flying at the speed of light. Skin and bone collide with drywall. Dull thuds echo.
"Two steps ahead." My voice was bitter. Acidic.
I hopped, foot-to-foot, a brief pause, then more punches.
Skin began to peel. I felt the cold wind in the wounds.
"Two steps ahead." I spoke again.
My hands turned the colour of roses. Still I continued.
"Two steps ahead." Gutteral.
Blood seeped. I felt my hands swell.
"Two steps ahead."
Blood smeared on the wall.
"Two steps ahead."
I sweat blood.
"Two steps ahead."
I collapse.
"Two steps..."
I was always two steps ahead. Always. And that was always made clear to me at some point. It never lasts. I can't keep living like this, when will I learn?
Punches flying at the speed of light. Skin and bone collide with drywall. Dull thuds echo.
"Two steps ahead." My voice was bitter. Acidic.
I hopped, foot-to-foot, a brief pause, then more punches.
Skin began to peel. I felt the cold wind in the wounds.
"Two steps ahead." I spoke again.
My hands turned the colour of roses. Still I continued.
"Two steps ahead." Gutteral.
Blood seeped. I felt my hands swell.
"Two steps ahead."
Blood smeared on the wall.
"Two steps ahead."
I sweat blood.
"Two steps ahead."
I collapse.
"Two steps..."
I was always two steps ahead. Always. And that was always made clear to me at some point. It never lasts. I can't keep living like this, when will I learn?