i am suffocating
under all this need and expectation
the grasping hands
and questioning eyes
The “will you”s
and the “can you”s
certain of their “yes”
even the inanimate objects
the laundry
the phone
consume me with their
relentless need
all of them
all of it
clawing at me
with their want
i am so filled with it
i can’t hear the cry of my own heart anymore
just a quiet clenched whisper
“stop”
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