Disquietude
My skeleton dances inside me,
Rattling to relieve,
The tension that started at my fingertips
Then travelled up my sleeve.
It scales my skin from under the surface
Cutting away the stitches,
I feel it begin to unravel
Until it eventually unhitches.
Nudity exudes my bones
And vulnerability comes alive.
It's harder to hide the monster inside
From the creatures of the night.
My bones detach and fall apart,
My ribcage shatters and pierces my heart,
And the moisture on my palms is blood.
And the blood on my palms is mine.
My own panic attacked
And cracked each fraction of my spine.
Paralysed with anxiety
Crippled with unease
The monster inside is malign and mine,
Malaise and disease.
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Anxiety & Apathy: A Collection Of Poems
Poetry- A Collection Of Poems - I tear myself to pieces And hope to be whole. ⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ Contains imagery and subjects of: - Self harm - Suicide - Disordered eating - Mental illness
