What's that one from?

Those? He looks at his knuckles. They're the ones I'm proudest of.

They look rough.

Yeah. Probably. Right in the kisser. Pow.

He mimics a cartoon punch then polishes them fondly with his thumb.

At least I got her back.

Hey, want to see my scar?

No.

  • Poetry
  • July 04, 2025