the weight of invisible things

i sit on her chest, making it hard to breathe

quickening her heart rate, i take the air out of her breathe each inhale

hyperventilation taking over the pattern in her lungs.

humiliation

it waves over her and she runs to the bathroom. breaking down on the floor in sobs.

her tears flow down her and it almost makes me feel bad, but I am what I am.

for I am, anxiety.