Bout after bout
Racking the chest
lighting it aflame
Surely, his chest would explode
The sound is grating
You can almost hear the lungs tearing up into little pieces
Debris rising up the chest
Spewing out, covered in blood
Particles spread, happy for the release
The confinement of the poorly ventilated room
They don’t have far to run
Another victim, seated close by, fertile ground.
It takes its toll on him
Now a shadow of who he used to be
His body drenched in sweat
His body, hot as coals.