River

It flowed through her veins and out her fists.

In the ring she was unstoppable.

No one could understand that she didn’t want to,

couldn’t control the bursts of red hot blood spilled by her own fury.

They didn’t understand why she

took a bottle of sleeping pills to

help her sleep that night,

and took enough so she’d never have to wake up.

She was unstoppable,

this river of power flowed from her fists,

yet-

she died.

Some filed it away as an accident.

Others argued she must have known.

But why?

That was always the question.

The answer was simple;

The river that led her to fame,

also drowned her.