the punch

the punch caught me
off guard, i didn't see
it coming, right below
my chin, it was an
uppercut that lifted
me off the canvas, just
a little, but enough
to know that i was air
borne. and the lights
above grew brighter, like
stars suddenly bursting,
silver fires of light,
in my darkening eyes.
and i could taste blood
in my mouth as i went
limp, as my spine no longer
held me up, and my arms
dropped, and my legs
suddenly were no longer
a part of who i was, and
as i hit the floor, the
thud awakened me just
enough for me to glance
around at the melting
faces of the crowd, and
to find you, you in the
first row, smiling, happy,
to finally see that
i had gotten mine.