sizzling; simmering
one by one,
air bubbles begin to rise
and then by 2s; 3s
they race to the top;
flocking to the surface
spinning; swarming;
stop.
boiling water.
that's what love is like;
the onset and duration of an anxiety attack;
it'll give you one, too, if you don't
stop.
because once it's begun,
once again,
you will stumble helplessly through a
self-inflicting battleground
of what can no longer be
peaceful independence,
but an inner war that you
know you will lose,
amidst the increasing rapidity of
your own shots fired;
please
stop.
the water will boil
until you rid your clutch
on that stove;
one hand on the gas,
the other on the burner.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC
sizzling; simmering
one by one,
air bubbles begin to rise
and then by 2s; 3s
they race to the top;
flocking to the surface
spinning; swarming;
stop.
boiling water.
that's what love is like;
the onset and duration of an anxiety attack;
it'll give you one, too, if you don't
stop.
because once it's begun,
once again,
you will stumble helplessly through a
self-inflicting battleground
of what can no longer be
peaceful independence,
but an inner war that you
know you will lose,
amidst the increasing rapidity of
your own shots fired;
please
stop.
the water will boil
until you rid your clutch
on that stove;
one hand on the gas,
the other on the burner.
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