you carry all your weight- tightly stretched across your face, like evidence or proof that everything aged you i measured steady breaths (afraid of truth, or of being rebuked), "what horrible things cling to you?" i did not expect to get an answer at all or for your to let your guard down but either a ghost or a sigh escaped you your color fled, though your resistance would not be moved you said, "when you have given so much, so little remains. like a wound that will never heal, all that's left is to wait"