Coming to terms
the wounds bled and bled, the yellow embellished with ruby red and sweat. tire from antics and a front that forced a glare, he pursed meekly in bouts of dizzy spells so unlike his usual stance. He hear taunts from a distance, taunts second guessing him, ridiculous jibes that served no other purpose than to hopefully stab his heart into defeat. He snarled at the taunts, and imposed his gangly, if hunched, frame and paced around his small world that was to collapse if he were t