Pressure Point
by Noah
· 27/02/2026
Published 27/02/2026 11:57
It’s too hot for wool, but I’m wearing it anyway.
I don’t want to see the questions in your eyes.
The mark on my arm is a yellowing stain,
a quiet map of where the pressure lies.
It’s the shape of a thumb, a dark, heavy smudge,
a physical memory I can't quite budge.
It doesn't even hurt now.