On Your Word

Bare-knuckle brawled
beaten within an inch,
you had me tasting the floor in my breath
and wanting for you to get it over with
finish me,
mortalise the fuck and get on with it.
I’m no victim but circumstance had me by the scruff
and, if I had any, I so many ways, by the balls.
The 1-2-3-whistle ever blew.

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