O’ MY ENEMY, DO I TERRIFY? she stands tall, lips pressed together —– sharp, sharp, sharp. she’s all sharp edges: SHARP EYES, SHARP TEETH, SHARP SMILE. a beast through & through, inside a   R I N G   more so than ever. RED LIPS, red hands, blood still dropping from them, blood dried out inside of her fingernails. a BEAST, a MONSTER, a WEAPON. —— O’ MY ENEMY, DO I TERRIFY?            is her enemy the stranger inside the ring, or the familiar face on the corner, eyes burning through her scalp.                      ❛      DON’T BLINK, or you’ll lose.      ❜