Sasha

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.