dark static with light blinding sun
Heavy pounding rain
A deep, clinging shadow on my face
my heart palpitations climbing my body
Heavy,
Can’t move,
Can’t breathe
Are you okay?, someone important asks,
No, I can’t answer back,
I’m too heavy
And light at the same time,
Panic rising
Floating, anchoring
Red dotted with staticky sunshine bliss.
I’m
Finding a way back to you.
I’m trying to find the truth.
Why can’t I live with the truth?
Why am I so lonely sitting next to you?
I am so scared to start to live
I am terrified of being always so sick
I am sorry I am never enough
I can’t believe you’re really
Gone.
But I am here,
In the middle of the night, having a panic attack
that feels like death
Sinking into heavy,
I know I will not, cannot actually die
But I soak my characters, dipping their toes
In my poison heavy.
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