Anxiety

He sits upon me,

Above

       my

              b r e a s t,

Bottling my breath,

Within my chest.

 

He                        licks

my wounds,

With his salty tongue,

He boxes me

In a world of dun.

 

He m u t t e r s mendacities

Into my ears,

Filling my mind

With malicious       

                            fears.

 

He wraps his fingers

Around my p u l s e

Pushing my gut,

As my lungs convulse.

 

He sits upon me,

On those sleepless nights,

Above

        my

             breast,

Ruling my life.

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