Where My Anxiety Leads

by Viktor Tejada

Palms drenched in sweat.
Feet cold as ice.
Stomach hurts like hell.
Neck so tense.
Eyes stare blankly.
Ouch.

Palms dry as leaves.
Feet cold as ice.
Stomach reeks like hell.
Neck wrapped tightly.
Eyes stare blankly.
Ouch.

Fall.
Autumn.
Fall.

It was nice knowing you all.

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