...Still bleeding...

[guppyiii]

Fist balled and finding contact.
Smack of flesh against flesh.
Bones crunching.
Nothing is in my Head.
The rest left me swinging.
bones chrunching.
Anger left me alone.
I regret.
I hold on.
Is he still bleeding?
What am I needing?
At least I have my jacket.

I am spent.