my thoughts are peanut butter
sticking to the roof of my head
when i can’t find a glass of milk.
my voice is like syrup
sticking in my throat,
never pouring out of the empty cracks
anxiety’s tendrils coil around my ribs
and spur my heart to run another year’s drag race.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 1:46 AM UTC
my thoughts are peanut butter
sticking to the roof of my head
when i can’t find a glass of milk.
my voice is like syrup
sticking in my throat,
never pouring out of the empty cracks
anxiety’s tendrils coil around my ribs
and spur my heart to run another year’s drag race.