Talking to my mother and that
bad feeling returns itself to my shoulders like a long-forgotten blanket; one that hasn’t been washed in months and hangs heavy and itchy upon my shoulders; like a heavy bird has perched itself on my tiny frame.

I curl into myself and can hear the words ringing through my entire being- please be nothing. Be nothing. 

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