By Kris Collins
One hundred butterflies are just pre-fight jitters
battling to pull his tense stomach’s trigger.
War cry echoes fill the halls and they bounce
off cauliflower ears wrapped in gauze.
Two strong hearts pump in unison;
locomotives prepped to smash.
Bound for a collision,
on time and on task.
Step inside of
the cold cage.
Ready? Set! Fight!
Fists, knees, legs meet flesh
on this Saturday night.
Bone jarring slams from nowhere.
Deadly elbows slice through tough skin,
revealing skull, yes, he wants this win.
You need this more, we can tell through your stare.
Two rounds down, now you clinch in the last minute.
Knockout punch connects-Boom! What a way to finish.
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