Monday, January 7, 2019

writing prompt: write from a place of crippling anxiety

this music is a side effect of the air blowing
in and out of me

i am a hollow
cave, i am redundant, i am an empty abscess

these words have been borrowed and must be returned shortly
the fee for failing to do so is substantial

don't say another
word

standing in the lamp-section
in walmart ultimately deciding not to

how can anyone really
live with themselves?

we might have to kill you
whispers the cartoon cat

we might have to turn you into us


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