What Other Name But Anxiety

I’m fighting an imaginary battle vines becoming roots and skies cracking like pavement a tenebrific warzone of rashes under my skin the plaque is caking on these eggshell walls and it sounds like anger but I assure you it is sadness it is the loss of life loss of blood loss of my future glazed in sweat not tears but waters have always been nugatory rivers do not flow without an incline and my eyes do not shut when you are away every piece of dust that breathes is a different shade of green but they are running together now forest and hunter and olive all one giant bilious disaster growing within soil shedding skin and teeth biting into glass waiting for the crunch that says this is the one to leave a mark

— ODH