Anita-workhorse

Egos enter this gym the size of tadpoles and swim  their swim

fed grimace and groans 

of testosterone 

till mini orgasms flutter like trapped pigeons' wings 

not to crash and die 

but to plateau outside 

and fly screaming 

as the colours of butterflies fly 


and she 

She sparks warrior's hearts 


'Keep training Simon; keep training' 

 

 


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