Pancake

PANCAKE He was used to having blood running Through his nose like a lost child running from the cops. The blood flowed down his lip forming a puddle Of blood on the cleft of his chin Punches, hard shattering punches to his face and body Bare knuckles held sweat and cuts in its mangles pores. His mouth held swallowed snot loose teeth with dry spit. He is mean Never gifted Never a winner He hit hard…and he needed the money. He broke in champions yet Never fought a champion fighter his whole life. Pancake loved ice-cold water 2min and 22 sec Is the time he let the water run before he drank it? In that time you heard the water choking out of the faucet, Shades of brown until finally clear. Pancake waited for everything even a glass of water. Yet what he was really waiting for was purity