Life vs. Death

I got into a fight last night with a man twice my size

it was a nasty, nasty fight

his hands were as big as my head

and his legs were tree trunks to my twigs

he was wearing a black v neck and his too-big-of-muscles bulged out of his too-small-of-shirt

he walked towards me,

smiled,

then asked if I was prepared to die

I smiled back

and asked if he was prepared to live

our fight ended in murder

blood was everywhere

a crime scene

neither of us survived