Injury

Injury

 

Left venerable,

with my head tucked beside the porcelain,

rage-

 the only reason it wasn't a knockout.

  Indignation renewed,

I rose like a demon.

For judgment I found leather to break the skin,

tattooing withheld antagonism until your keening ebbed.

Healthy red mist from you,

knowledge through pain.

I always distribute mine,

one boo-boo at a time. 

Joy4no1