my anxiety is talking raising its voice louder than ever before sending a message itches overtaking my body i claw at the skin covering my bones there is nothing there but i am listening to you, anxiety trying to tell me something is wrong but you must be mistaken nothing is wrong, anxiety only nothing is right so please contain yourself, anxiety these internal scars are enough i hear you, anxiety but i need silence, anxiety
It begins innocently, just a twitching Behind the tip of my nose I absently rub it away Still present in our conversation.
The sensation grows into a relentless itching Unleashed upon the roof of my mouth. I chastise the insolent itch with my tongue And return to our earlier discussion.
A sudden complete blank, I can only anticipate in futility Waiting at the edge of my breath, i wonder 'Is this it?', as I wait for it to take over But it subsides just as quick, leaving me gasping for air.
Tears come to my eyes, I feel it return again And the unholy violence held in that second Makes me heave and convulse momentarily As my body betrays me to a more primal instinct.
Its over, I look up to see A grimace and my sneeze plastered across your face "Excuse me", I mumble shamefully "Bless you", you mutter behind your tissue.
After a particularly unproductive day, largely spent sneezing, I just had to write a piece on it :P