#though this is essentially how my fokt was broken

[hersurvival]

She has me pinned,

Stting in the arch of my back,

Both hands on the back of my head.

"She's crushing me," I cried.

Every second had gravity

Dragging her down

More

And

More.

I heard a snap and so did she.

She jumps, crunches my bones.

But my mother is on the couch, busy.

Telling me, "No, it can't always be her fault."

But it's always mine and I'm crying,

"Why will you not help me?"