Breath is life and is cruelly restricted by the fist in the chest.  Change and unknown clenches the first which squeezes the breath and tightens the lungs, restricting airflow.  At first it is alarming; feeling like a walking suffocation victim.  The hand is unseen and acting like a drowning victim is an unacceptable mode of behavior when the attacker is hidden from prying eyes.  Acceptance is worse than alarm and fear.  Accepting that hand in your chest which keeps a full breath at arm’s reach is an internal death; death of the part of a person which stands against injustice.  A walking suffocation is a cruelty; to feel like one is dying, but knowing death is far away.  The hand is a ghost and to fight a ghost is to descend into madness.