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A Sit-down with my Anxiety

My hearts beats
heavy in my chest,
As steady as 
the tapping of your foot 
on the linoleum.
The dripping faucet, 
the ticking clock, 
the bubbling coffee maker.
Only in silence 
does noise grow loudest to the ears.
My very own movements 
feel foreign and unnatural,
As disassociated as you in my kitchen.

rebecca cloward

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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