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
Rusted Honey 
“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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“teeth set to bone” – I find myself doing this in moments of pain or anxiety. Your description is vivid, real.
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I so appreciate your writing. Your voice gives breath to experience in a way that helps people connect, understand, and feel understood… Thank you for sharing. 💗
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This is great! Impressive
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