She hits the heavy bag
Her bare hands hitting
against the hard bag
Jab. Cross. Hook. Uppercut.
Jab. Cross. Hook. Uppercut.
Jab. Cross. Hook. Uppercut.
Her hands ferociously hitting
Blisters and cuts appearing
But this girl does not take notice
Her atmosphere she does not realize
Oblivious to everything all she stares
At it ahead
Jab. Cross. Hook. Uppercut. Round kick.
Her shin hits the heavy bag
As she pivots to the side
A thumping sound across the silent room
Her breath heavy
Her body is heaving a sigh of relief
Her mouth sighing releasing, needing air

     She falls to her knees her bare thighs grazing the mat
     
       As she turns to her back looking at her lean figure
   
        "Worthless, fat, ugly." She whispers to herself. Remembrance from years and years of torment. It is now a dark abyss

     She was teetering on the edge.

     And then she finally fell.