What we were.

The fevered yells and grunts were in tongues as pentecostal church.

The silent hush of someone hitting the earth was awe struck wonder.

We gathered together there in that euphoric, violent circus.

Atleast I did on Mondays and Thursday.

We fought.

We spilled one another's blood as if we were under the imperious shadow of Jack the Ripper.

I had my weak moments when all I had to do was take the knee.

Face the mat for my ephemeral relief.

I'd be damned if I would face it.

Pride is a sin but arrogance was a gift.

The gift of never ending praise.

This was our support group.

No hatred.

No argument.

No lies.

We let it out.

Venting the male agression as males were all that came to be among us.

Dear God, forgive me for my addiction and fleeting pleasure in the dark, strenuous heat.

And Saint Michael protect us in the womb battle and give us this victory.

Give us strength.

We fought there in the secret place.

We found our inner monster.

We fought.

Author's Note

Tribute to Chuck Palahniuk.

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

This feels like it's about some sort of "fight club" type thing. It feels very primal ... like something that comes from the core of the cells that make our testosterone. It creates the mood that I very much suspect you are going for.

I noticed one typo ... in ...

"I'd be damned if would face it."

.... I think that you probably wanted "I" between the word "if" and "would".

[Angela]

An absolutely devastating read. Whatever the addiction, it is an ongoing bloody brawl. I love the flow and imagery of this poem!

[Emily Filkins]

Kindof a fight scene yet a song-ish, feel to it, i liked it

Nice job:)