snapping, stinging, popping
the sound, the stretch, the sting
tightly wound and stressed
before you let it go! ZING!

i feel like theres
a thousand
rubber bands,
compressing my soul and
at any moment and
any wrong movement
i might bust open,
letting my tears ooze out and
my thoughts burst
away from me in a
spectacular show of force from the rubbery stress that has surrounded me.