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Motheaten

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It's louder still

but you don't hear it
(and that has to be okay).


Darkness holds me close again -
so safe like warmth and
death.

I am hypothermia
shivering within
hallow catacombs;
hurtling towards
asphyxiation.

Then it gets louder.

My ribs overflow with moths
and bone;
they devour all my light.

It is the fearful thunder
shooting down my arms,
too uncertain for one place.
It vibrates blood and scars
until my fingertips are earthquakes
cracking open famine soil, and
I curl them tightly -
control the fear.

Then it gets louder.

It starts small -
the little things -
amateur acupuncturists
stabbing away at the vitals
of what ifs and could bes...

it's always just the little things.

I've been trying to explain my anxiety to Them to no avail. Here is my frustration, screaming in the second best way I know how - maybe I can stop fixating on it, now that I've gotten it all out. If you have anxiety, too.... I'd love to hear if this fit some of your experiences... because I guess this is how it feels for me in a nutshell.

It's basically written from my worst to the beginning - how it all starts. I chose to do it this way because they always see me as the end. Never at my worst. I didn't think my words were good enough, either, to explain the overwhelming feeling when I'm super anxious, so I changed the font size. Please tell me if it's distracting.

Sorry for another selfish piece. I do feel better having gotten it out.
It's always just the little things. /sigh .-.

I might move this to scraps.
I feel like it's crap.
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lilfixit's avatar
I liked the amateur acupuncturists imagery...my what if's sometimes come out and do that to me.

Usually I'm more bothered by how someone is perceiving me or if I'm healthy or how in the world I'm supposed to get everything done that my mom wants me to.