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Prepare a sphere of protection that expands and pulses with shockwaves of pain, warning all away and destroying any who dare step within its boundaries.

Called out for insecurities you buried deep behind a mask, they stare at you, refusing a hiding space and forcing you to face the truth, to reveal the real you and accept their judgement, their understanding.

Distract from the weight, talk nonsense until I listen and question you more than me. Snap me back into time so I can breathe and sigh and hug you for saving the little control I have left.

Face the shadows of amnesia that linger to be touched but you whisk away with a swipe, too settled to test, too worried to reveal in case it changes who you were and creates who you are.

It settles heavy, unrelenting in its presence and refusing to be ignored. The urge to expel, purge, empty yourself grows, but what will be left and how long will you survive rejecting what you need?

Break the silence and sulking, expect a happy response… but only tired indignation is left, the resentment lasted too long to be simply swept away.

Stiffen your posture to avoid a bent outlook, not knowing you’re already hunched for the rest of the world to view.

Stand up higher to ease pressure, avoid notice and wince in the dark while stretching, hoping to click but hoping to be invincible.

Yearn to return to home and hugs, soft moments spent together that others would overlook but which sew up your world and drive you back, preferring those mundane moments to any lively event.

Set up the image to spy when eyes are closed, praying they’re not needed, but prepared for any situation that might threaten those dear.