I hide it
over and
over and
over again
yanking my hands to my knees
my knees to the floor
the flooring speed of my body
slamming the cold concrete.
The grotesque
would look like
flowing dandelions and newborn cries
to this dark thing inside me.
I hid it
but it appeared to me
in a dream i should add
that if i scream a bit louder
it'll fly out
over and
over again.
NOTES---
So one of my favorite poets ever and someone I feel like I can relate to even though, unfortunately, she is not with us anymore, is Sylvia Plath. I love that woman. She has a poem called Pheasant. This was inspired by Plath's Pheasant. Also, as you might have noticed, because I said in my little bio, I suffer from extreme anxiety disorder, so if anybody wants to talk things through about their own anxiety, I'm here for you. :)
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