everything hurts. starting in my cells that do not belong to you. in my stomach where my atoms restlessly jitter. ricocheting cluttered together stardust and stomach acid from atoms to pores that my tears collect in and my skins screams my skin screams everything
I deal a lot with anxiety and moments of intense anxiety sometimes leave me wondering what even happened in that second. It's a strange feeling and I couldn't describe it in prose so here's another way.
A poem. A long path winding down a twisted bank side And you taught me to cross it Without fear and crying. You taught me to leap it No matter how wide. You taught me to scale it, First with my eyes Then with my heart.