Breakdown Number One-Million
fluttering breath burns
throat like acid
hands shake with an
indescribable violence
trembling fingers peel
back the pages of
childish pocket bible --
a pained groan, a
strained sob escapes
dry lips; ears pique
at the crackle of
the record player,
eyes scan pages for
wisdom like an
addict, desperately
hungrily -
do not be anxious.
do not be anxious.
do not be anxious.
Copyright © Zachariah Rodgers | Year Posted 2018
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