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Bleh
This is just a post to say, having your lack of ability called out in front a class of people is the worst. Yo, teach: everyone can see that I’m chubby, short and slow. You don’t have to tell the room of skinny speedster ninjas “hey, everyone go easy on R cause she’s bad at this” EVERY FEW MINUTES.
There are days I’d rather fail while being treated like an equal instead of preforming average with a crutch.
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She rubbed her hand against her nose, smudging the blood still trickling out of her nostrils onto her index finger and cupid’s bow. She could still feel the outline of his knuckles pressing against her gum. They had left a fresh bruise on her lower cheek and her lip plump in its swollenness. Stiff from pain, she pressed her still moist palms, striped pink from the tight hand wraps, onto the parking lot concrete with a slight wince and attempted to straighten her back. She grabbed the icepack that she had angrily thrown to the floor, tears dripping out of its side from a rip in the blood-stained plastic, and despite the layer of sticky dirt thinly covering it, carelessly slapped it onto her face, her hunger for the cold solace betraying the hot rancour in her eyes. “All I did was make a fool of myself”, she thought as her eyes now woefully crawled towards the gloves, peaking out of a black-cloth gym bag, the ensanguined white flag shining from the timid light of a nearby lamppost. She laid her right hand onto her stomach, slightly discerning her drained muscles through the sticky shirt. Not a soul was in sight at this hour. She even leaned her ear onto the cement, awaiting the low grumble of some distant car, only to be confronted with a bitter silence. She was eventually lying on her side in the middle of the empty parking lot, the breeze leaving a cool impression on her humid hair, as her fingers danced, almost detached from her body, on a worn white line that had been painted onto the cement long ago. The blood from her nose slowed to a sideward drip. Her mind was elsewhere; she wallowed in the mud of her thoughts as she attempted to recall the intricacies of his face, a temptation that she could not resist. When she began to remember the rugged slit in his eyebrow and the grin of his pale green eyes, a violent nausea threatened her throat. She was on her knees, her arms pressed against the cold ground as she dryly coughed. “I need to get up”, she muttered to herself. She pushed herself up with the remaining strength in her muscles and arose with a tired lurch. She noticed a gas station sign, blinking red, bleeding into the blurred serenity of the night, floating in the darkness. She grabbed her bag and her leather gloves and, puffing her chest out, made her way into the moonless night.
fight | © Margaux Emmanuel
punch-drunk
There were indistinct screams and catcalls coming from every angle of the dark abyss. They echoed up to her ears, but all she could hear was the thudding of her own thundering heart. The lights around her were bright, blinding. She felt the impression of an arm on her shoulder, water gushing down her throat, drops falling onto her bare stomach, mixed with the sweat.
“Come on, you gotta go the distance...”
“Tyler, she’s punch-drunk.”
Punch-drunk. “Punch-drunk”, she said, the words hazily forming on her lips.
“That upper-cut busted her ribs, the girl can’t even walk straight, let alone land one. She’s either gonna get knocked out or the judge’s gonna call it a technical.”
Knocked out clean.
A warm breeze blowing onto her face. Apartment buildings were towering around them, the sun red in the glass windows.
“So you see, he was all like punch-drunk and then he like threw a jab and then this uppercut that perfectly landed on his jaw. Like this look. And then BOOM he got knocked-out clean, it was the most beautiful thing I ever seen I tell ya.”, he said as he jumped down from the table he was standing on top of.
“One day, I’ll teach ya how to box ya know.”
“Me? A boxer? Don’t be silly.”
She suddenly felt a sharp, twisting pain in her ribs.
A bell rings.
“Round six!”
“Come on, you gotta get back in there. Remember, she’s a swarmer so try to block her right…”
Her mother’s crying.
“He should have never practiced that sport. Your father always said that it’d end badly”.
Her face met the blood-covered floor.
“One! Two! Three! …”
“It’s over Tyler. For fuck’s sake!”
“Four! Five!”
“Sawyer...”, she said, tears lining her eyes.
“Six! Sev-“
She got up and rose both of her gloves.
© Margaux Emmanuel