Vultures

my anxiety

has become a vulture.

eating down until there is

nothing left

sucking my bones clean until they are rattling

a conspiracy

to use my lungs

for his sacrifice

I can not breathe

I wish I were numb

to the fucking bone

but I feel everything

I feel the blood boiling in my veins

I feel the air leaving my body

I feel my thoughts staggering

when I try to do anything.

I feel the loneliness that never subsides

but washes against me like

I am always the fucking shore

with his demolishing tides.

I want peace