Suffocating

 The sun was setting

Strings pulled on her heart

Pressure against her chest

Her breathing rapid and irregular

She couldn't catch her breath

Waning strength 

Exhaustion creating beads of prespiration

Pushing against the pain

It towered above her small frame 

Slowly crushing the breath from her lungs

The weight of every word telling her to forgive

Forget her pain, experience, and abuse against her.

The words that turned to acceptance and

Giving to her abuser

She couldn't beat against those words

They echoed in her mind

They told her that she did not matter

The words did break her bones

They wore down her sinews

The ground below her was a bog

It sucked her in with little hands pulling her down

She couldn't get loose from the words

Forgive

Forget

You can't seek vengeance

You are wrong

It's your fault

You are the problem

Give everything to God

Forgive him

They drowned her in pain

Her heart, bruised and beaten, 

Continued to overwork

It was hard for her to breathe

The bog was strangling her

She was suffocating 

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