The Boxer.

[shortfuseburnig]

eyelashes flutter, all colors come apart and into focus at once
anchors drag your lips below sea level
the dried blood still stuck to the inside
gently, the flourescent lights flicker
and the harsh glow shudders slightly
as the tension wreaks its hushed havoc.
swollen throats regurgitate truth,
having been force fed ipecac
and clawed to ribbons.
the gloves are down
and bronzed,
and you're watching the dust float
just to settle back to the ground.