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i know him too well — the sweaty palms the wobbly knees the trembling voice he sits with me in therapy scowls at me, clawing his nails into my arms growls through gritted teeth: “quit talking about me.” and the floor tilts underneath. i do not flinch/shrink/cower; i remain firm/secure/composed because now, my tongue is an ammunition i am no longer afraid to exhaust.
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Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC
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i know him too well — the sweaty palms the wobbly knees the trembling voice he sits with me in therapy scowls at me, clawing his nails into my arms growls through gritted teeth: “quit talking about me.” and the floor tilts underneath. i do not flinch/shrink/cower; i remain firm/secure/composed because now, my tongue is an ammunition i am no longer afraid to exhaust.
Day #4 of Escapril, prompt: anxiety.
#escapril#april#weapon#anxiety#flinch#firm#strong#teeth
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Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC
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