This continuum of anxiety
itching at my lungs
choking for air
like its intangible
distantly shouting
for me to come catch it
the breath
the life
you ****** right out of me
the energy that you drained
from my
veins
as you begged for me to
stay
then left me dry and
shriveled
at the gate
where my demons
lay
waiting for me
to crumble in their
ash writhing
limbs.