I Am She

Just something simple. Nothing huge. Even if you hate someone or something and think you can't do anything anymore.. block out everything.

Heavy pressure cracks ribs and busts her binding buttons.

Pushing back fails miserably as she finds herself sinking further.

She wonders what could have the ruthlessness

to trap her, and bury her under.

Her hand holds mine from the edge of the weight

so she knows one person is keeping hope,

the only soul she can rely on,

for you see, I am she and she is me.

 

 

The End

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