A moment of anxiety


The thoughts, they flow.

They know. They go.

I breathe. It’s calm.


A storm.


The clock. It ticks. It tocks.

Talks. Words.

Fingers. Pointing.


They call. Can’t breathe.

Feel trapped.

I run. I hide.

The thoughts. They follow.

I scream, “Please stop.”

It ticks. It tocks.

It swings, it jabs.

My mind is dark.

My heart is trapped.

You hear the beats.

You run. You hide.

You breathe. You cry.

You suffocate. You die.


Tick. Tock.

It’s calm.


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