The Cycle

You wake up soaked through all over again, the weight on your chest a living thing. It’s sitting on you, suffocating you. Smiling while you sweat.

A hot hand grips you by the throat—almost lovingly. Like every other day, you practice breathing, wondering: will today be the day you finally get free?

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