50 hands on my back
fingers crawling up my neck
I feel the weight of their importance
on my shoulders
fingernails dig into the top
of my neck
my spine
my shoulder blades
whose hands are there?
they dig and scratch and press
I grab at them
try to swipe them away
I turn and turn
who pressures me so?
who dares to make me hurt?
A pressure on my spine
I reach
and grab
Ah ha!
I have caught the culprit
The one who dares to cause me pain…
