Not all sheroes wear capes

She’s been here before

Leaned in
a little too far
Lance up        |
Lashed out     –

A moving target

Head down
On all fours
with a mouth
full of dust

Shifting and shaping

The earth
unfurled
shook open a crack        between
her legs
Pushed too two  
halves of her w    hole
apart

There she fell

Still    
with a tight grip
Feeling the ground and
the sky all at once

Not all sheroes wear capes

Alive
with the thrill
of being

Defeated </>

She’s been here before
Watching
the outline of her
body imprinted
on red dust
rising up

And ready for more