by Oliver X
Her leg resonates to the clang of pain
And the thrill electrifies her cunt.
With another testosterised swing
The steel of a boot compresses the meniscus of shinflesh
To a foil of active nerve.
Heel into kneecap from bowdrawn thigh released:
She knows fear now that cartilage is displaced;
The crackle of chicken leg broken back
Has awoken her perineum and inflamed
The seams in her pelvic bones.
A fist glances ineffectual at kidney
And its failure is impetus to more care.
Now back turned, elbow raised,
And swung back down arcing up,
The harmonics of the shoulder roll
Bring it sweetly to groin
And now the warmth is abdominal.
An open wide slap to face looses thorax
And adrenaline comes.
She strikes now with easy swings of arm and leg.
The joy of motion is all she has.
And so she feels abrasive cheek on palm
And the crack of air between falls to her ear
Perfectly connected to the balance
Of a boxing bob on ball of foot.
Just a wing flip from his cornea
Her eye catches and in this light she tastes
His complex sense as a sour fruit
At the root of her tongue,
Rising through jaw and up,
Up into her nose and fills it with flesh.
