2 – 10 a.m. backaches

sad, tinted vision

a kind of tiredness that

violates the soul itself

.

tense bodies twisted in shapes

their spinal columns bent

almost to a fractal fracture

.

cold sighs, half-meant

an almost corpse-like shiver

instinctive, twitchy, mere impulse

.

tender bruises, counted;

stitches, pulled out again

me, your modern marionette.

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