One of Those Days
He balls his right hand into a lethal fistAnd pushes it forward, swerving his hips
So the full weight of his body’s behind it.
His fist kisses the concrete wall and cracks.
You’d think he’d pause. Take a step back.
Instead he pulls his fist, swerves and attacks
Again and again till the wall is sticky red.
So’s his fist. Strangely he don’t look upset.
No matter the splatters that stain his head.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-06-30 at 16:53
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