The Battle, Upon Losing
the
hurricane
of
havingherheart
t-o-r-n
f
r
o
m
h
e
r
BREAST
her grief
threatening
to drown
the
mosh pit dancer
of a ballerina
in a river
of
her
own tears
as all await
that
first
sal. t. y.
d. r. o. p.
to. s. l. i. d. e.
d
o
w
n
her
high
rosy
cheekbones
an
e t e r n i t y
passespassespasesspassesby
for she willNOT
bend
nor
give THEM
thesatisfaction
of finding even a pin tuck
out of place
in the
pink tutu
that is her
unassuming armor.
heartwrench
beitasitasandwillbe
she will stand
she will plea-eh?
and she WILL
do battle
just
as
hertwinsouldid
gloves high
toes en point
lithe legs
covered
in pale
pink tights
pink tutu of armor
guarding her
and
HIS
GLOVES
laced up tight
GIGANTIC
atop seeming f r a i l t eeeeeeee
there will be no vanquishing
becauseofthis
heartbreak
THIS MAGNIFICENT LOVE
may
perhaps
be
gone
from this tangible plane
but
these sweet memories
will only serve
to strengthen
her resolve
to be
the
second
greatest
fighter
in
herstory
and so
a
pirouette
Grand Jetè
and with the grace of Giselle
she
is
once again
at ready
lithe legged
chignoned
pale pink tights
pink tutu
Cassius Clay’s
worn black
gloves
laced up
t.i.g.h.t.
and thus armored
with
one heroes
gloves
and one heroes
gentle arm
u
o n
r d
a
her shoulder
a quiet whisper in her soft ear
“you’re my girl”
off she dives once more
chignon first
into the mosh pit
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