The Pit of My Stomach

Kettlebells’ pendulum swinging, 

The weight of my tissue’s sanity

Gripping the moving scales

Down. Down. Lower. Lower. Please

I strangle them 

The fatigue chokes me out

Dropping the dead weight on the mat

The numbers go up

I shed my hopeful smile

But not my fat

But not my fat

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