March 16 2015

Ella Shannon

March 16, 2015

 

Bitch! Bitch! Bow! Knock! She drops.

Fist swinging feet flying

Stupid Hoe! Bam! Slam! She’s still throwing blows.

Wait! Stop! She’s not moving

Fuck that Bitch she aint bout that life

Video rolling while roaring laughter sounds the alarm of despair

Damn she holding her own

Hell naw she got that ass beat

Deep breathes! In out in out slower and slower

Right hook swing duck left hook

Bobing and weaving she’s still throwing blows

Her flag is raised she’s down for the count

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 ding ding the bell rings

Still as a statue with hands over her head she’s down, she’s down

The victor vacates pitifully vindicated

“Told that bitch she did want it”

Left for dead breathe in breathe out slow stiff stuck sturdy

Conscious? Alive? Why?

“That Bitch was talking shit”

 

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