The tangle of arms and legs wrapped around me-
bound so I can't breathe
constricting me
keeping my hands in pockets and eyes painted white
so I can't see.
don't protect me.
I need to breath the toxin, devour the bared teeth
to feel a sensation other than air beneath my feet
I crave hard edges and cold wooden floors
to sleep on when beds become too soft and too sweet..
to rid of the comfort and trusts their eyes keep
please, don't protect me.
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