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Nov 2019
is pressing on my shoulder
like a large mountain cat
has its fangs dug into the flesh of my neck
like a vampire bat

Anxiety
is scrambling my brain
causing my feelings to become exceedingly flat
has me torn and soiled
like an old door mat

Anxiety
has me bent over
like Quasimodo, the deformed hunchback
has my thoughts disjointed
as if I were pulled on the rack

Anxiety
has my knees buckling
like an earthquake leaving the ground a crack
has my head nailed to the wall
like a gold-plated plaque
sandra wyllie
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