One-Two!
Jab-Jab…
KAPOW! (Uppercut)
It’s round 38,
and it’s a slopperknocker.
Complete and Utter Pandemonium
has come,
and it has
gone.
taking with it,
ecstasy and happiness.
weary prizefighters,
slick
with the sadness
and fear
that only lovers know,
gaze at one another
across the distance:
Eagerly
Dishearteningly
Expectantly
Resignedly.
The bell rings.
and they step back
into the fracas.
No longer a ring of love,
Two battered hearts struggle to survive.
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