NAKED

My tryceps are sore
There's a steady pulse in my core 
A pile of tissue sprawled across the floor 
Inflamed and red with blood renewed
Breaths big and deep and desperate 

It's the good hurt
The growth hurt
The push past your no's
Make it work hurt

Every day still ain’t enough work

That tired, perspired

Damn if you wont get up and do it again though…

Because tomorrow you must again

Those heart and those hurt muscles must work again.