IRIS CORTEZ
The aggressive punches and kicks I threw at the punching bag, dangling forward and backward violently, echoed throughout the vast armoury in waves. It swallowed the room whole and threatened to rip it off its foundation.
But it wasn't just enough.
No matter how hard I swung punches and kicks at the bag, it didn't quell the rage that had taken residence within me for days. I rammed my fists into the bag, sending it flying backwards and striking it with violent kicks, but the f*****g bag didn't budge.
It was just as stubborn as the emotions that were eating at me. I aimed for emptiness, but the more it brushed my fingertips, and I struggled to grasp it, the farther it slipped from my hold. I wanted to purge these feelings from my system, but they were just as hot-headed as I
