Suffocation

The spaces
Closed in on her
Like a trash compactor.
Domestic,
Crushing.

There seemed to be no space for her,
No room for her to breathe.
No space to hold secrets
Without feeling 
Like a liar.
Despite her desperate need
To speak her own truth,
Even if it was in silence. 

It was like living in a giant mansion,
But only living fully honestly
In the tiniest crawl space
Between walls,
In secret.

Constantly 
Walking about 
Entertaining,
Caring,
Comforting,
Fulfilling every duty.
Pouring out of herself
Everything.
Only to have to retire 
Between the walls
To find herself.