i hear her stomp
realizing where i don't wanna be
dead beat, i sluggishly push myself up
like a newly turned zombie
as i sit upright,
still adjusting my vision
my nose takes a knee strike
whipping me into deliberate misdirection
"No, no," i absently plead,
weakly waving my hands
her next move, so hard to read
through a curtain of unkempt red strands
she runs the ropes, and she yells
i should move, but i'm not sure how to
she jumps on me, and i forget the rest
just my smashed face, beneath pink tutu
