mayhem

my bones are all aching,
a few of my ribs, broken;
the skin is cut to shreds, scratched,
blotched in bruises of all colors:
yellow, black and blue.

however, you should see
my pride.
the punching bag
of my existence.

(there is no salve for it)

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