I beat you
You’ll not summit
Pain enflames and entombs itself behind your eyes
In spite you defy me,
Deny me
I beat again
Fresh blood
I smile, delight
Hatefully I beat again
The bones of my fist shatter against your face
Again
Sweet ecstasy
Like to lovers we collapse in on each other
Both spent
You lie there bent, your body broken
I have your spirit fresh in my hands.
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