Normally I would have closed my eyes,
holding your arms over my stomach,
squeezing back in a kind of semi hug that would warm me
from the inside out.
My first thought was 'no, please no'
don't feel my size
my weight
don't feel how there is some substance to my frame
how you can't feel every bone
yet.
I hate the way time progresses
A kind of slow torture of the mind
and worse, the body.
Time is the enemy here
that,
and the monsters inside me.
