poetry

Anxiety.

black textile

Eyes clamp shut,
but the infection spreads
through a tight mouth
and crawls down the throat.

With teeth set to bone,
a thousand complications
bubble underneath
prickly anxious skin.

Head down and blooming,
dark inertia slinks
and blurs the lines
between fear and reality.

© Nancy Botta, 2018

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4 thoughts on “Anxiety.

  1. “The lines between fear and reality” Yes, anxiety does indeed blur those.
    I also like the suggestion that our fears are not always real. You packed a lot into that line.
    Thanks for sharing it.

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