our slow bodies
those pieces of mirror which I shatter each night when I write by morning they become the…
this time the strain is different you are not at one place, your mind is…
one line poem
Panic attacks to the anxious resembleDarkness to the claustrophobicFinding no relief in nightShadow…
To be alive,today, in this moment,a sense of impending doom,may be all that can save you.
you shower mewith kind compliments,yet still I slog through the sullen sludgeof…