Ultra-violence

My hand shoots out and makes contact with flesh and bone. Head bouncing off fist and another one following it. Throwing my fists, then my head into the job. Bodies dancing like drunken fighters, as he’s trying to counter. Trying to swing a fist up, get purchase, bring a knee up to my groin. But nah, no fucking way man, I’m not having that so I am dodging and smashing up, down with an elbow, and then stomping down towards a face with hands ineffectively in the way. Hard shoes sinking in to spaces in the ribs and the noise of the air knocked out. Run down the road, the sound of sirens behind me, jump a fence. This ultra-violence never ends.