Feb 2013
This is a story of a young women
A hand crawled down her throat
Inching its way further and further
Choking, she was grasping for air
The hand made it down to the most vital *****
It grabbed a hold with all its might
Squeezed the very essence of it
It took procession of this vital *****
Took out her whole being
Everything that made her, her
She couldn't breath, could not speak
The hand took complete procession over her entity
Changed her into a sickly, frightened, scared, women
Until all that she was ceased to exist
And she was no more
A hand crawled down her throat
Inching its way further and further
Choking, she was grasping for air
The hand made it down to the most vital *****
It grabbed a hold with all its might
Squeezed the very essence of it
It took procession of this vital *****
Took out her whole being
Everything that made her, her
She couldn't breath, could not speak
The hand took complete procession over her entity
Changed her into a sickly, frightened, scared, women
Until all that she was ceased to exist
And she was no more
There are days where I get so frustrated and angry, over such small things, and I feel like I lose complete control. I yell, throw things around, cry. It scares me because I've never felt this way before. Growing up I've had some issues, mostly anxiety issues, but this is a whole new ball game. I feel like I completely lose control over my emotions. I'm scared to tell anyone because I'm afraid they will think I'm crazy or something.
Written by
Joanie Poston
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