Some Form of Anxiety

Mon, 08/20/2018 - 17:49 -- femi9

She walks with her

fists curved into a ball

clinching on to the words unspoken

suffocated by scream she's been holding in her chest

like a little girl abandoned

listening for echoes in hopes to find someone else to accompany

- she 

deaf to the auto.... tuned within her self. 

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