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To be touch deprived in a relationship sucks
There's a cage you can't see, but its bars grow inward.
It's not noise. It's a frequency. It's the sound of something breaking and no one hears it because the world is too busy learning to breathe slowly.
Sometimes the body becomes too small for everything it carries. The ribs tighten. The lungs beg for mercy. Sometimes I feel my bones too close to the skin, like they want out.
And my hands — those two strangers — tremble as if they remember something I don't.
I stare at the ceiling and calculate how much longer before it caves in.
How much anesthesia? How much silence? How many more laps before the center gives? How much blood must I lose before my body stops demanding?
Because that's what sanity is: burning in a room full of people and no one noticing the smoke.
But if this is the only thing that hasn't left, if this trembling is the only proof I'm still here, then let it be my voice. Let it burn everything. Let the ceiling collapse and let the air from outside never find my mouth again. ✨ES✨
Hay una jaula que no se ve, pero sus barrotes crecen hacia dentro.
No es ruido. Es una frecuencia. Es el sonido de algo que se está rompiendo y nadie lo escucha porque el mundo está demasiado ocupado aprendiendo a respirar despacio.
A veces el cuerpo se queda pequeño para todo lo que lleva. Las costillas aprietan. Los pulmones piden tregua. A veces siento los huesos demasiado cerca de la piel, como si quisieran salir.
Y las manos, esas dos desconocidas, tiemblan como si recordaran algo que yo no.
Miro el techo y calculo cuánto falta para que se derrumbe.
¿Cuánta anestesia? ¿Cuánto silencio? ¿Cuántas vueltas más antes de que el centro ceda? ¿Cuánta sangre hay que perder para que el cuerpo deje de exigir?
Porque eso es la cordura: arder en una sala llena de gente y que nadie note el humo.
Pero si esto es lo único que no se ha ido, si este temblor es la única prueba de que sigo aquí, entonces que sea mi voz. Que queme todo. Que el techo se derrumbe y el aire de afuera no vuelva a encontrar mi boca.
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