a soft squishy feeling in the ribs its so hard to breathe and tears run with each exhale. it feels so cold, a shiver down the spine as the brazenly painful and degrading cynical opinion and view takes hold even if there is rational thought as to why its not true it becomes truth.
embarrassed the more that is seen cuts the ties faster and faster. broken things don't understand the cracks and chips but deal with their rust and scratches.
fear because its gonna win this time. fear because when will it happen again and will it be enough that time












