Anxiety Crossover,
X on my throat.
A grip, fingers dig inside of my throat.
Feel a hand in my soul,
clawing.
Pulling.
Ripping out of my mouth.
I feel a '****'.
A sigh.
And my head hits my shoulder.
my shoulder rolls into my spine.
And my fingers knock on brick;
Linoleum, fingernails digging in the grout.
A wave of jerks and twitches,
And a breeze.