Your hand reaches out
Taking hold of my throat
Closing, closing
Choking the goodness from my lungs
Seeping, sweeping onto the floor
Crumpling down
Down I go
Losing consciousness
For a moment,
Taking me by surprise
Your words hit me
This time
Like they haven’t before
Revealing the stain of pain behind my eyes
But this is my job
To listen
To not hurt, to not react
So I deaden my eyes
Forcing a smile
Not giving myself away
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From Where She Stands 