spending time with you
and I'm flying
Ascending
into our own world
disappear into the sea of red
I'm happy, maybe
Putting the blade down
Descending
into a wave of regret
my body torn open

thousands of kids enter the school
I crouch in the corner, trapped
my limbs shake and my heart races

my mom wants to buy a new purse
I shrink away, run to the door
my legs wont move but my mind runs

my best friend didn't call me back
does she need help? does she hate me?
my last meal is being flushed away

*Generalized Anxiety

the artist's pen creates lines
a speech bubble drawn smooth
easy, geometric
a thought bubble drawn bumpy
complicated, jumbled
what happens inside
processed and simplified
smoothing over the wrinkles