
Pulling…
My shoulders about to dislocate from my body
My hands blistered,
Hanging on.
Then push….
I snap back,
I hit the wall
I crumple to the ground.
I lay there, still
hoping the pushing and pulling
just stops.
I want excruciating joy.
That’s all.

Pulling…
My shoulders about to dislocate from my body
My hands blistered,
Hanging on.
Then push….
I snap back,
I hit the wall
I crumple to the ground.
I lay there, still
hoping the pushing and pulling
just stops.
I want excruciating joy.
That’s all.
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