30-Day Vomit Poetry Challenge: Day 7. No stops, no deletes, no edits–just write and keep writing. Publish as it is.
Guess what workout I did.
sweat drip drops drowning
muscles bending and shaping
like an electric pop zipping zapping
I’m in it now
I’m in this Insanity
the clock’s ticking and
I’m burning, a slow burning death
of energy drained
disintegrated into shouts and pants
and recurring despairs
shake it off, shake off the sweat
uncount the minutes and seconds
when you breathe, the world is timeless
when you move, the world is merciless