Imploding Self

Poetry

Image by Bianca Blauth from Pixabay

Iron fist in a velvet glove
Wrapped as cuddly coercion
Wishing to pluck myself out
Of my humanness
Too sickish from soaking up
The pains of the world;
For the first time in a long time
I sit limply on the floor
Knowing I am at risk
Of internal combustion
Inward collapse
Or inevitable implosion.