Shuffling wreck, legacy of a life well spent;
Knees creaking, clicking articulations, a
Spine complaining, shoulder crunching.
Legs spindly toothpicks beneath a pregnant olive,
A-cups sagging. Lungs afire at the
Leaping up of stairs, gasping breaths.
A visit to the dungeon of torture, the gymn,
Where perceptions of self are confronted in
cruel mirrors, is penance for past sins…unredeemed
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