sensations // symptoms

wrapped in rusted metal wire.

barbed wire?

maybe.

heavily thudding, throwing itself against the walls of my ribs.

then still.

for a moment.

stuffing in my head that burns.

safety pins?

maybe.

dangerously heavy, dragging my head closer to the ground .

then empty.

for a moment.

My brain. My heart.

Are they really mine?

I don’t trust anyone anymore.

for fear it will happen again.

what if?

no.

if her punishments were my fault all along?