The muscles around it are tense That's why it happens You lie down on your back On the bed or better the floor Try to press the small down Touch toes and arch back Pull your torso round and out Digging with your heels Stretching and twisting 'Til your forhead's on the floor Scrabbling forward with your hands Feeling muscles stretch Otherwise unknown to you First one way, then the other You can feel it ready to give way But it refuses to drop in line It sits on that cruel edge With teeth gritted Tears blinking back For longer every night Before it drops away With a quick-sharp wince And a shudder of release
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