dull pain, the kind that he knew as a friend, began to puff and throb in his teeth - a ringing of ears in his mouth. his gums were aaaccchhhiiinnnggg, stinging. his tongue leaked something beautiful; a colour of wine that he drank up quickly. but he is greedy, my friend, and in that pain, he had not had enough.
“ what the fuck was that? a cripple could hit harder than you. “
