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May 2018
A spectral wasp trapped in a lung, rattling the ribcage with its frantic flight

A dusty projector hosting a viewing of hideously awkward memories

A kiddie pool filled with quicksand

The junk drawer nearly overflowing with tasks, moldy from neglect

A dark cloud in the corner of a sunny day

Anxiety is not...

Ariel Hill
Written by
Ariel Hill
   George and eric calabrese
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