it's a low-grade panic
lurking in the soul
simmering in silence
i distract
my restless hands
coat my neck in talismans
each layer, a clear gloss
but cracked
reflecting back
what i have lost
i have trained
my train of thoughts
to avoid things that cause
maladies
but something deep
inside of me
rebels against
what i've been taught
seeks out the stops
that ******* me
twists around my limbic tree
so i am left in knots
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
it's a low-grade panic
lurking in the soul
simmering in silence
i distract
my restless hands
coat my neck in talismans
each layer, a clear gloss
but cracked
reflecting back
what i have lost
i have trained
my train of thoughts
to avoid things that cause
maladies
but something deep
inside of me
rebels against
what i've been taught
seeks out the stops
that ******* me
twists around my limbic tree
so i am left in knots
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