Malunion

My broken parts mended wrong, so it hurts when you touch my hip; your hand reaching out to me shooting pain like it shouldn’t, all dislocated and I wrestle with you all night, it seems insistent that I will not let go until you hear me, and as I toss you to the ground, put you beneath my feet, and see your fresh bruises, finally, I have achieved my malformed end; and I am understood.

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