Tension writhes beneath the skin.

Sluggishly bubbling in pops and stops.

Freezing your veins.

Tendons snap taught,

Binding your thoughts…

Breathing in wet cement.

Every movement is a stru-ggle;

Traum-a-tiz-ing and par-a-Liz-ing.

Until…

You’re….

Fr-o-zen…

S—-o-l-i—d.