blood drips down my face,i hold myself up against the floor ,a hand scorched by the gravel.i hear it echo their shouts of victory,i can hear a smirk spreading across his face,i can feel my nose pulsing,the piercing holds on strong.a quick movement,above-ear cut hair flies through the wind,neon colors raving,that beat echoing in my head,my bloodied fist cuts through the wind and strikes the glimmering target zone.a crack and a pop are heard,my translucent eyes widen,teeth hit the ground,a grin spreads,their screams belt out,the blood on my chin dries.i feel it spread,burning us up,stinging our wounds,zipping off the hairs.wildfire.
