CHALLENGER'S RAP

• felt like her soul got sawed out slow with a bone saw in a no light hallway
• drawin long breaths like she clawed through the wrong day, crawlin on cartilage shattered in broadway
• whole crowd froze and the show got closed by a cold night rollback, jaw tight, broke spine, hold that
• all white, no sound, foam pads folded on contact, looked like silva post check
• when the leg detached with a snap and a sawed off contract
• and the flesh aint respond back, she gone when the trauma get dawn black, coughin up fog, crowd all jawbone drop and
• the doc came, corner’s in shock like they saw their own mom pass, scream in a way the captions don’t parse yet
• scene like a B roll clip from a war flash, just awe like the laws of the bones got tossed in a card deck
• cameras still pan on her while she gasps, flesh got offset, shoulder got sawed in a socketless contest
• flashback to the loss of McGahee, leg in a shape that defied reality, jaw twitchin like it got a bomb in it
• thought of paul george with the stanchion involved, and the fall lookin staged like a card trick
• a monument fallin in front of an audience stuck in the optics, aint nothin godly about it
• just flawed meat, flawed feet, flawed speech, flawed reach where the beat got beat by the bones it was built on
• flesh aint fair in a freeze frame, knees aint made for that much delay, that that twist was a freeze ray
• nerves stopped in the heatwave, that’s blood in your breath on the back up, that’s the tape gettin backed up
• the host done shorted, post court order with a torn out orbit, whole torso lockin, bones in a knot like it’s postwar
• aroma of floor wax, lookin like foam in a broke down floor jack, it’s all bad, jaw clench stiff as a Ford plant
• grave, four more trainers in a swarm, broke in the fourth with a coughin fit, broke like a deal and she’s lost in it
• broke like a collarbone pop in a college hit, sound like a jaw when it locks in a sonic kick
• post light crash like an arctic trip, soul in a bag with a name on a sponsor bib, lip split clean
• seen it, slow mo playin on the Jumbotron, blood steam, madness like a draft pick snap in the second week
• tendons speak with a tone like let it be, med team speakin in a way that’s deadin me
• paramedics walk with a step like reverence, all in awe of the body dismemberin, hope don’t help when the hope starts beckoning
• no one askin if she walkin again, just screen record, post, talk with a friend, cuts in a song with a trend
• it’s all just content ‘til the cartilage bends, i don’t doctor the pen, walkin through hell with a confident limp
• anonymous limbs, it’s bones in a pile with a promise to win with a blood knot, fall in the wrong place, all of your luck stops
• like a gunshot, doc pulled a sharpie out, signed off fast like a part of him tapped out
• heard the pad scrape like a coffin map, still blinkin but aint no comeback in some of them stats now
• lone wolf soul with a scroll and a sonar locked on foes in a boat with a whole row off, flow so frost when i go don’t talk
• rhyme in the dark with a busted aux cord, two doors down from a dude with a court date
• like a war tape, sword in a doorframe, wrote more bars than your whole Discord, i been bored with the norm
• tourin through in a ford, cookin with a no glove palm, owned by none, goals with a home and a whole round drum