MY BODY BECOMES MY BRUTAL ENEMY

I can hear
the old bones rattling
around in the bag
that is my body.
I used to admire my body,
but slowly and surely
it's becoming
my number one enemy.
The long romance
with my physical self
is coming to an end
and I have no doubts
the final exit won't be pretty.

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