Misfit marches trapped in gauze. The Barbie leg they pin to me grabs at grace and finds a ditch for bowls of morning cereal. I pedal its rose without my limb.
Tongues hang out like puppies panting thirstily.
Cross between pain's blood and bliss. Thighs confusing homonyms. Reflectors on a cycle's wheels, I bring your mortal base to halts. Rolling thrones of wheelchairs would drop my heart in toilet bowls. What a mammoth aching shame.