Some Form of Anxiety
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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