Prizefighter
This morning I awoke
to the sight of a prize-
fighter in the mirror.
He spat into the sink
a mouthful of blood as
if he were hit by a
shadowy blow unseen.
He smiled a bare smile so
as to catch his foe much
unaware. He would win
the day and retire soon
to the comfort and warmth
of friends and family.
This morning I awoke
to the sight of a prize-
fighter in the mirror.
I knew I could win the
world and make it home in
time for news and supper.
to the sight of a prize-
fighter in the mirror.
He spat into the sink
a mouthful of blood as
if he were hit by a
shadowy blow unseen.
He smiled a bare smile so
as to catch his foe much
unaware. He would win
the day and retire soon
to the comfort and warmth
of friends and family.
This morning I awoke
to the sight of a prize-
fighter in the mirror.
I knew I could win the
world and make it home in
time for news and supper.
posted by ken la kier at 9:47 PM
6 Comments:
Hehe, very nice. Had a good pace and great visuals :)
Thank you for sharing! Happy Monday!
I like that, Ken!
Tell me the blood is metaphorical, though... that the fighter by day (night?) who'll make it home for dinner is really in the narrator's mind...
I kinda like to think of it as how almost everyone feels as they trudge off to wrestle through the rat race. Battered, bruised, but still standing damn it and not giving in.
yup. still liking it. grin!
Your beginning is so cinematic:
"This morning I awoke
to the sight of a prize-
fighter in the mirror.
He spat into the sink
a mouthful of blood as
if he were hit by a
shadowy blow unseen"
I totally loved that.
I knew I could win the
world
Hollow victory, Pyrrhic even.
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