Dim Fires

His bloodied fist smacked the pavement

Harder than the first time -

But still tender enough to let him feel the pain

Any harder

And he would have gone numb.

It was a balance.

Staying on the edge of pain.

Of hurt.

Of knocking one more person down

Collecting pieces of people like it was the only thing refilling his power bar.

Past lives didn’t matter now

Careless, all that mattered was the time on the clock in the beginning

And end.

Skin on skin

Equal,

But not at all.

3/26/2015

Riley Welch