She stands firm in posture,
valiant and fierce,
shoulders back,
chin towering.
Gallant valor twisting over
shameless physic.
Every muscle formed and trained—
a masterpiece under a sculptor’s
honest thumb.
She’s built to conquer,
a predator to her enemy.
Thump, thump,
Eyes slice—poker face—heart
don’t give me away,
She says.
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"You write to communicate to the hearts and minds of others what's burning inside you. And we edit to let the fire show through the smoke." ~Arthur Polotnik
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