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Apr 03
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semacdonald

Ode To Anxiety


I feel your warmth with me always.
Warm like hot sauce down my throat, anxiety.
Warm like 9pm heartburn, anxiety.
Warm like soap in my eye, anxiety.

I am never alone.
I always have the music of your voice in my head.
You are constant like rain drops falling
one after another
during a storm.
Loud like a dentist’s drill.
Loud like a fire alarm.
Loud like my heartbeat in my ears.

You give me an adrenaline rush, sweet like candy,
but leave me with a sugar crash.
Honey in my veins, sticky and slow.
You keep me grounded, unmoving
I am paralyzed with you.

Guide me and hold me by the wrists,
drag me to and from the things that I love.
You hang around my neck heavy like fine jewelry
or a boa constrictor
tightening.
Where would I be without you?
Without that high from your electricity?

Perhaps I would just die.
 
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Posted: 04.03.19
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  1. ShanRippWriting
    Apr 04, 2019

    I love the way you capture the relationship between the speaker and anxiety. I think it's so true and really, really well done. I love love love this.

    Shannon Ripp

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  1. Icestorm
    Apr 04, 2019

    This is what they should put on pamphlets in the doctor's office to describe anxiety. So perfect, so relatable. I love the imagery and atmosphere you create. Really well done.

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