The salt dripped from my forehead

Into my eyes and stung

Like bullet ants

And my stomach was devoid

Of anything but acid

Eating itself, twisting

An ourboros cyclone

Rejoice! At the pain

Because that means today

I’ll eat like a king

And my sweat becomes like rain

Yes it all hurt,

Twisted and it stung

But I worked hard to feel this pain

And that jsut means I won