compulsions
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Wallet. Keys. Food for work. Check.
Anxiety rises with every minute that gets closer to my shift.
Leaving my house is hard
because I'm afraid I'll lose something and be stuck out there.
Wallet. Keys. Still there.
Compulsions undescribed
No outlet for emotions
A cage of my own making
But I forgot the door
Tick tock
Goes the clock
Ticking my thoughts away
Deeper and deeper inside my cage
(A dual poem by Bailey Bennett)
Creativity never came without
costs. I never saw a painter free from
pain, or an actor who didn't dabble in