Steel and Deal
Steel cold, rough hands lay slack.
Pull it taut while gripping the back.
Getting it apart takes a lot of force.
Days pass, and so strain, as a horse.
Gather up inside of a ductility test.
If the wire grows warm, it drys best.
Yield point stretched wire snaps.
A coil cobra rests as tension gaps.
The soliloquy, alike waves, is broken.
Left behind a rid-sailing, in boat oaken.
Breasts shift in a way to hold in place.
It is crookedness for leisure to misplace.
Thrown and shoved the other way.
Yet, no pang was felt; only grit lay.
Not adorn the sting of flatness to feel.
As her skin likely burns from the ordeal.
Written: May 09, 2023
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