your head
full of tangled strings
not one ever willing to uncoil.
your eyes
fighting back tears
not one will fall until tonight.
your mouth
zipped shut tightly to keep in your words
not one ever said.
your throat
feeling like sandpaper as you swallow the painful truths
not one ever being wrong.
your chest
caving into nothingness with the stares
not one with a friendly gaze.
your heart
clenching as it beats
not one is ever steady.
your stomach
always unsettled with the clustered noise
not one ever trying to quiet.
your legs
shaking as you try to stand
not one strong enough to hold you up.
your feet
unmoving because of these overwhelming feelings
not one ever leaving you alone.
this is the anatomy of anxiety:
the experience of dying
but being alive for the aftermath.
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