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Self Hired

Metal shavings

Blistered palms

Wood chips

Splintered handle with one too many uses

Numbed hands

Blunted maul, seeing harsh use over the years

Sound of the wedge when struck

Chapped lips

Subtle salty taste of sweat

Muscles tight

The seething feeling brought by lactic acid

Hard of breath

Dry tongue with a grainy texture

Skin damp of sweat

Skin tingling, burning UV rays

Refreshing cold liquid, splash against the skin

Feeling of decay washing away

Condensation, puddles formed

Smell of soap

Fresh ham sandwich

A salty sweet taste

Slowly passing time

Spinning fan

Light caress of the breeze

Closed eyes

Sleep

Morning sunshine

Squinted and almost closed eyes

Almost unbearable monotony

Begin again…

A list poem I made showcasing what it's like cutting/splitting wood as a side job.

100% original ;^)

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