Extant species of my anxiety live—unwillingly
Conserved in my brain, my responses—classified not in
Linnaean taxonomy and Latin but by
Incidences medicine has made rarer, my fear-
Plaguing thoughts eclipsed with
Sounder, kinder logic trying to drive my overthinking
Extinct.
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Hannah E. Aaron
Hello! I'm mostly a writer of fiction and poetry that tend to involve nature, family, and the idea of growth at the moment. Otherwise, I'm a reader, crafter, and full-time procrastinator!
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Tortured Soul
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
By C. Rommial Butler6 days ago in Fiction
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Hi-h ~ Who you an 'OverThinker' ~ - I so enjoy you - j.in.l.a.