Pain

It hurts. The breathing, the heartbeat, the bones in his body. She cried of love, she cried of anger. Now she sleeps like a baby. He kind of laughs. It's all in his mind. The legend in front of him. The jaw, the fist, the crowd. The crowd never believed in him. Why should they? It was a fucking legend in front of him. Him, who? He who had a plan. He walked up in that ring, he could already taste his own blood, he had a plan, the plan came true. To touch that jaw in front of the crowd, to lose in front of a legend. It kills their pain. The rest is nothing but entrails and bones and muscles. He kind of laughs. He would have lost any fight. Now she can sleep like a baby.