Clinch


She goes to sleep with a
clinched fist
and tells herself
to let go, release
and free that pain.
The reoccurring
nightmare
keeps her held in a
rear naked choke hold
with her bird legs
in a pretzel locked twist.
But that's just the gist.
Fighting through it
is honestly at the top of her
To Do list.

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