Thighs quaking
Knees shaking
Carrying my jar of clay everyday
Arms locked in desperation
Imperceptible fatigue as my ribs dig into my spleen
Water bleeding and rolling down my back
For all that I lack
Kindness feels like an attack
And abuse is love
More comfort in a gauntlet than a glove
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