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Anxietymare

Anxietymares 

My nights are filled with fractured events
Rocks that move under my feet
Thoughts under lock and key
And my yelling is a whisper
Faces are vague
Anxiety plagues
There's laughing, but it's not funny
Cackling at my mistakes
My legs are frozen, I can't run
My face turns into paper
Shredding
I can't reach
I didn't do it, I didn't mean to
Soaking wet
I awake

October 1, 2016

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