Boxed – in a cube
He blanched his muscles sore,
Day in – out
Does it ever end?

It won’t – so it’d seem
Blood, it was spattered
Walls – red
Knuckles broken

Feet – shuffled,
Sore and flamed
Bite marks – covering his feet
Shoe bite and tanned

Passion – work
He loved it, you know?
Now it was just a means to an end
Hated his love – sad.

 

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