Not Metaphorical

Not to be metaphorical,

But it's like a cactus hugging you constantly,

Digging it's sharp throns in your soft skin and further inside, deeper, straight to your soul.

Or like a snake wrapping it's slippery body around your petite frame,

Wrapping you tighter with every passing second,

Like a friend who hugs you when you meet after a long time.

Or like a bar of dumbbells,

Crushing you with its constantly increasing weight,

Making it too difficult to breathe.

Not to be metaphorical,

But that's how I always feel.