Thursday, December 13, 2018

 I turn my pain

Into a knife that I hold at my

Own back.


If I can't feel better,  I can

Become better, at least


Feet on pavement grinding up

The big hill four, seven, ten times

Drizzle rain

And I barely even feel

Heart rate 170


Emptiness is my new

Superpower

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