i

there’s a hardness suffocating me 

squeezing and crushing and positioning me

backwards until i am breeched

ii 

growing comfortable in this space 

the familiarity of pressure combined

with warmth and subduction and the fear of change 

iii 

my skin red and torn and sitting wrong side up

covered in fleshy armor rubbed raw from callous 

wrapped up in tendons before 

i rip free and catapult out of this vessel and into myself