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The beating started
hours after consuming
the first drink of the evening;
a Jaeger and red bull
that bit every inch
of my throat
as it declared
its worthiness
for the few seconds
of its existence.

Just one punch at first-
fell with an appealing thud
to the back of
the skull.

It was as well received
as I could have hoped;
considering the spontaneity
I wasn't expecting much,
but the recoil up my arm,
into my shoulder
birthed ideas of
yet another strike.

I stood over my victim staring
through a blurry lens on life
and hammered down for a
second blow.

The attack was immediate
and continued without
hesitation.
Like a piston
pumping at the instant
of ignition,
I began to pummel my
best friend
within inches of
his life.

He knew nothing of the reason,
of the cause.

Hell,
I knew nothing of the rage that
had been building,
blinding me from the onset;

but there it was-

and I felt that only he,
the only person I ever loved,
was worthy of experiencing
my most glorious moment
of passion.

He fell face first into the toilet
onto the floor
establishing an intimacy
with the cold linoleum.

Blood streaked down
the porcelain
filling the crevices
between each tile
with perfect rivulets
of red.