I get a strange satisfaction of watching the words disappear letter by letter as I hold down the backspace key. Sometimes I feel like that’s my life. You’re holding down my backspace key and the longer you do, the more of me disappears. I want to fill the page back up but every time I try, there you are, erasing. Deleting. Wiping everything I am away. The weight of your hand is too much for me and I can’t get out from under it.