Skin crawls under teeth,
Pulse thuds through his veins.
I feel the sweat, taste the blood.
As the skin breaks
I hear the cry.
The cry for mercy,
I've gone too far.

I back away
And slump in the corner
Wide eyed and fearful
For what I've just done.

The crimson ribbons
Unravel onto the concrete;
While my opponent
Cradles his open wound
The shape of my teeth.

I blink the saltwater from my vision
As I start to realise the seriousness
Of what I have done,
Of the consequences,
And the fears bubbling up my spine.

Hospitalization overnight
For blood tests and stitches...
And skin grafting for him.
Is there life after this?
Sometimes I really can
Fuck it up

Royally!