She tosses the weight between her shoulders once more. Her head has become heavy, her arms low, her back worn. She ages a half life while he wears her down, yet her smile can be spotted from the other side of town. No worries, no bother, she’ll tend to his pleas. One day he might actually get what he actually needs. Her strength doesn’t buckle, her confidence anew and she loves to care for him in the way he wants her to. Her body is stuck. Freedom dances only in her mind, crawling on the floor to feel the heartbeat of earth for awhile. He’s back and he wants her – he’s gone, now, no more. She’s stuck in his withering tug-of-war.