Picked up
Walk to the gym , muscles sing , recognise the leisurely start of the stretch that will end in well-earned agony . An embrace seized on the sentiment of a song . Warm up , eyes dance , drawn to the silver glints orange-brown taunts that beckon me . I see you released in the heavy pull of gravity . Embark on my session , fingers flex , grip the familiar rugged cold steel that will graze my palms and callous my spirit . I ’ ve got you held between flesh and stone . Lift a load , lungs scream , sense the rising bitter taste of metal that will overflow into my dry mouth . Sweet or sour , sand or sea , I won ’ t spit you out . Pant for a desperate breath , nostrils fight , familiar with the warm and musky smog that inhaled orally will smother my every inch . I love you caught between an inhale and an exhale . The bitter taste , the rugged cold , the musky smog , the silver glints , the orange taunts , they invade , the pain screeches , the voices doubt , the world roars . I erupt .
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