I can’t escape the pressure inside me…
It’s ripping out holes in my being, pushing hard against my shell, cracking me apart one rib at a time. Constantly. Without cease.
With each breath in, a moan out….
There’s this searing down my sides… and the bloodshot swells of my eyes sure to explode if they weren’t held tight. Shut. Closed.
And then there it is… the tingling in my toes…. the arching of my back.
That knowing smile on your face….
….It’s about time I prepared him for the heartbreak.