anxiety talks to me, her velvet, silk voice, trembling, yet wrapped around me, choking my insides, stomach twisting, all reason gone; blinded and paralyzed by fear.
depression talks to me, as he leans close into my ear, as he releases a ***** sigh, an exhale of various colors, as he feels the weight of the blade on my skin.
no voice deserves to be left to dust; yet these voices turn me into dust.