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Pressure comes in myriad forms.

You don’t truly realize mine,

I don’t yours.

Regardless, in its grip we suffer:

Battered, bruised, traumatized.

Pressurized!

Something’s got to give.

Under pressure, I resign,

scatter the pieces off the board!

Enough of half-truths, banalities and exploitation!

*Id* wants to go home.

(I herewith refuse to answer my phone.)

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments
  1. Rivera says:

    At times, I have refused to answer life.

    Liked by 1 person

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