Sasha began to close
She felt her legs buckle
She was now on the ground
in a fetal position
Her breathing came faster
She could feel a heartbeat in her throat
Bare and exposed
She tried to retain
A tiny sliver of her former self
Fingers clawed at her.
They were all trying to take another piece.
Family and friends, for she was their rescuer.
When they needed anything, she was their go-to woman.
Sasha closed tighter, her skin began to bruise and welt.
They all wanted a piece of her; demanded it.
She had already given all she could, more than she should have.
There was nothing left.
No joy, no happiness, only sadness.
Her hair dipped over her sorrow, concealing her pain.
She wanted to be alone, demanded it.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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