Anxiousness
Even leaning, with fright's hand
In the mouth clenching.
Upsplashed of an unfathomable
Woe, foreseeable.
On edge, more breathless, till
Mind, in giving way
Slime-tentacled, squeezed of whose grasp
For such visions gasp.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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