Beat

Breathing in and out

trying to hold 

composure,

as another strike

connects piercing

burdens of 

frustrations into

a lost soul.

Hot air blows

nauseating confusion

of mental stability,

crying away love as

the fist continues

to destroy the beauty

of the physical until,

no air is left.

Barely conscious,

bruised,

inside and out,

no longer loved

by loving hands.

Crawling 

to

survive,

as a

bright light 

instantly

approaches a

appreciation

of a forceful

change

to liberation.

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