the convincer
Knuckles, bleeding.
Elbow, a weapon.
Shoulder, a joint crafted of bruises.
You should've seen the other guy. This ain't your bar no more, son.
It'll take a shower to wash off the blood, and a beer to wash down the doubt.
They tell me I'm a hero now. I should hold this chin up like one.
I really shouldn't be asking for proof.
~ vanessa s
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