A Bloody Mouth and Dripping Eyes I thought things would be okay when he punched me in the mouth. Hard. Like he meant it. One of those Casius Clay left jabs that you never see coming- snapped off with purpose, with intention. I had wanted to even things up, to make amends— _ thought I could share the pain I'd caused him. I staggered back, shocked, but relieved at the same time— the bittersweet blood slid to my chin. I watched him watch me— three feet away, but miles apart. His fist hurt- I could tell by the way it hung limp like his sullen shoulders. Lifeless. My lip wept as his eyes dripped— both of us waiting for the words. —Ryan Stetson HC] [25]