In the ring thrown

toward ropes encasing

a clash inescapable.

Anticipating agony is grueling,

long-lasting. The actual

agony quite rapid. And now…

I’m due to ricochet

Coming back with renewed viciousness.

A velocity that sits

on the peak of possible speeds.

Summoned only

by the beat

the cadence

of a heart and mind

converging in retaliation.

Announcement of a winner.

A gust of wind referees.

Arm held victoriously.

A smile receding.

As cage descends.

A chat grows audible.

Main event?

Hell…inside of a cell?

A smiles reemerges

at the sound of the bell.