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What beautiful eyes you have, my dear,
I want to hold them in my hand,
Can I have your eyes, my dear?
I’ll take care of them.
Climbing, like a ****,
Choking,
Suffocating.
Spreading all over the world.
Vines,
Covering everything in sight.
Hiding the light.
Indiscriminate and severe.

And,
the politicians,
are slow to act,
Australia is suffering blow after blow.
The virus,
shouldn’t be taken lightly.
And my anxiety,
keeps rising.
I feel the choking vines,
as they wrap around me.
It tickles my throat,
and I feel sick to my feet.

I can’t think, can’t breathe.
The virus hasn’t touched me,
but the impacts surround me.
Normal life,
My whole life,
is a repetitive process.
But now,
libraries are closing,
cafés are closing.
And the feeling of wrongness,
Is swallowing me up.
I want to throw up.
I want to stay inside.
I don’t want to overreact but this feeling keeps growing,
faster than the weeds that I pull out around me.
I feel forgotten,
hidden from view,
beneath the weeds
and the vines.
Sick to my soul,
but not to my lungs.
I’m not usually very anxious, but at the moment I find it hard to concentrate, and I feel sick, but only internally.
Avery Nightshade Nov 2019
Oh, Icarus,
How lucky are you,
Your wings,
Lifted you high,
Allowed you to escape,
But you flew to close to the sun.
Your wings which saved you,
Also caused your death.

I won’t make the same mistake.
Avery Nightshade Aug 2019
Cloudless night,
The wind wrapping around me,
And grass tickling my legs.
There are drops of water,
Hitting my face,
Hitting my glasses,
Obscuring my vision.
Motionless, I remain on the wet ground.
My own tears colliding,
With the raindrops,
Descending down my face.
The shower of rain becomes heavy.
I stand and dance,
Unburdened,
Rain soaking my clothes,
And all I do is laugh,
Tears and raindrops mingling,
As I continue to spin to a non-existent song.
My sibs girlfriend was inspiration for this.
Avery Nightshade May 2019
Here you stand.
Solid,
Stable,
Flexible.
Feet planted,
On the dead grass.
Sea breeze,
Whipping your hair.
Filling your nose with salt.
You sit,
Facing the ocean,
Deep, dark,
Sadness.
Overwhelming.
But a hand on your shoulder,
And you turn,
And there is the sun,
Sending the darkness deep down.
And you squint,
And you smile,
For the first time in a while.
As you lie on their lap,
As they stroke your hair,
And you feel safe,
Not alone,
For the first time,
In a long time.
Sorry I’ve been away for so long.
  Feb 2019 Avery Nightshade
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