This Is What Anxiety Looks Like On Its Way To Outer Space
this is what anxiety looks like on its way to outer space/ it bounces off and then consumes the room/ any room/ you could rip your heart out, and then leap into the snow/ even your bones are clenched/ your butt hole went metallic years ago/ the pacing has worn grooves/ the blind wind and the running/ you could exhaust yourself/ you have been swallowing things put there for you to take responsibility for a thousand times ten, and none of them belonged to you/ it was not your fault/ he fucked you in the ass and it was not your fault/ after he came in you, he beat you, and it was not your fault/ the secret of it lost conveniently in the weeds and brush has drilled a hole in your gut like acid makes you bleed/ finds the thin axis of your whirling fears deeply haunted in your center/ and you’re right, you were just a kid, no one was there for you, it still claws at your guts, and no one, no one, can possibly know what it was like/ what it was like/ what it was like/