Effects of Chronic Anxiety

Mildew yellow sores eat

Away at your soft pink flesh.

A bright red ring surrounds the wound.  

Target.

Warning.

Sin.

Blood. 

Stop. 

It smells like Freshman biology,

Dissecting frogs and pigs. 

Flormadhide. 

L’edu de mort, you wear it proudly.

Worms grow inside you,

Eating away at the fiber of you 

Very being.

Did you know that a tapeworm

Can be up to five feet long? 

Boots strike the pavement, 

Shrill laughter echoes from around

The corner. 

A lock clicks. 

White room,

White gown—a holy ceremony is about to occur.

Lips sewn shut, cracking, bleeding, 

Gasping as you pry your mouth open

Ripping the stitches to yell

OBJECTION. 

Shackled, the ring weighs 

Your finger down. 

You are one now. 

They will never be able to 

Separate him from you.

A pair of conjoined twins. 

Fucked you from the inside out. 

Violated you.

Broken into your mind, infected your thoughts.

Whispers you beautiful little lies. 

Like a possessive partner--keeps you all to themselves,

And threatens you with fear, loss, guilt, and shame 

When you try to leave. 

Lying flat on your back,

Pulse racing, breath quicking. 

Choking back tears,

You reach for the light--

While he yells at you 

It’s all your fault.