The Boxer

Clenched fists
The contender
Jabbed at her oponent
Fancy in her footwork

Like a black swan
In pointe shoes
Doing grande jetes
In a sea of white

Her left hook sending feathers everywhere

Victorious
The final round, done

Her heart, splattered
All over the mat

She threw off her gloves

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