she is
she’s tired
her bones ache from all of the stretching and compressing
and she’s tired
she’s angry
her heart beats loud in her ears and she thinks violent thoughts
and she’s angry
she’s weeping
her eyes can’t contain the height of all the treacherous, tumultuous tears
and she’s weeping
she’s broken
her body is limitlessly and unrelentingly cumbersome
and she’s b r o k e n
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