8spiders

Collected myself. Shovelled up all the glass and chunky bits of meat and heart flesh, threw it into a plastic bag and mopped up the bits of blood.

I keep going.

One blow after another and your vision can start to blur. Your eyes and cheeks swell... The blood rushing to treat your wounds like cherry tressed nurses. Your head swims from a brain sloshing impact...

You become punch drunk.

I shake it all off in the last round. Fuck it, I'm not going down without a fight. Everything's back into focus. Shook my head free of the useless shit and numbed myself to the hard hitting parts.

Got so hammered up I was beginning to lose myself to the pain. My world was just a rush of endorphins and that slimey, gooey, gutter-feeling. Then I remembered where I was going when this all started and how I have to get there... even if I have to drag myself kicking and screaming.

Today is good. I feel like an asshole for ever letting shit get to me in the first place...