The Eleventh Round
Dripping, Eric Fram There are splats of blood on the mat already. My left eye drips warm blood, much to the interest of Doc, who weaves skin to skin. Then, a simple ringing not in my ear. A shove from…
Dripping, Eric Fram There are splats of blood on the mat already. My left eye drips warm blood, much to the interest of Doc, who weaves skin to skin. Then, a simple ringing not in my ear. A shove from…