It's almost like the Salem Witch Trials...almost.

The pressure on my chest is heavy,and I feel walled up, weighted down. It stacks and stacks and i find myself yearning that it might do as the wind--caress my skin from time to time. Light and airy it would disperse, floating around me, whispering "remember." But on it stacks, like leaden shingles, stacks itself in dense and unrelenting sheets upon my breast.
There is no rest
for me
right now.