Bondons’s BodyBlog

Hands Jittery, sweat dripping…I’m sitting on the bench rocking back and forth and I don’t know why.  Just finished up blasting my arms but I still want more, I need more.  Gonna burn out these pathetic excuses for biceps.  I look down at them, veins everywhere…laughing, I know they are gonna hate me for this.  Standing up, I wonder what pansy chose this radio station.  I get my head right.  Focus on what I’m doing this for.  Then I look down at the iron, “Your my bitch.” 

The mirror shows a grim reflection of myself.  The alter-ego I become when I walk through the gym doors.  My gateway to salvation.  I mutter one final thing under my breath, “The is what we do.”  I grip the iron and as I lift it I know what will hit the ground before it does…blood or tears.

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