- someone I love very much, verbally attacked me, and attacked me again, knocking me down… and I kept getting off the mat… and running back in with my hands in front of me like boxers do… fists covered with boxing gloves… you can see the blood dripping from my left nostril, and my right eye is swollen from his left jabs… and my hair is drenched with sweat… and I’m swaying…. and barely able to “dance” on the mat… the bright lights are blinding me, so my eyes are half closed… the crowd roars… the referee has his whistle in his mouth… but still hasn’t done anything… I’m still standing… and my attacker… delivered more blows… lefts rights… digging up under my upraised forearms… body shots… and again and again my head, my body, my face… and I swoon, and fall to the matt and…
Running Down Vimy 