Fist

Like a fist,

a slap on wet meat.

Like a raw dog, always hungry,

always hunting for the victory.

Can’t surrender and let yourself down.

Bone thin.

Shaped into an angel of stone,

hunching forward,

pleading for mercy, for victory

which can only be had with

kindness and love.

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