A Woman's Plight, Altered States

Pressure’s Vise

“It tells me that I must rehome the animals.

But I know how we got here, so the armor must be redonned.

No matter the weight nor how I wished to stop fighting.

The cortisol rush comes flooding again as my body gets even thicker with more density.

I must learn to welcome it, for my life is not getting ‘better.'”

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