You’d better be finished with me soon as there’s not much more I can take. I long for the day that I wake up without you; the strong suffocating arms around me no more, my limbs and tendons free to move in the absence of your pain.
Clawed fingertips dig into my hips, holding them hostage. Feet stomp upon my back with all the force of a jackhammer; leaving no muscle, no vertebra untouched. You sit upon my shoulders with the weight of a thousand men. But not a bruise can be found, not an outward sign distinguished. You’re so careful that way…
No amount of therapy can break me free from your grasp. No pill, no drink, no drug can wipe you from my conscious.
My mind and soul have been clouded by you for far too long this time around. I’m about to break.