Steady Grip


Her eyes gasp, as if pleading for a sip of oxygen,
longing for that which she won't acknowledge.
Trembling fingers graze a broken foundation,
attempting to steady the unknown.
Balance all-
weight builds on the opponent's field,
striking the weakest of tender spots.
Seizuring of the body arises, until one goes limp.
Eyes gasping, scanning the horizon,
the sun gently kisses her lids-
and when she awakes,
she can breathe.

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