This covering unfolds itself upon me;
a silk of frustration and disdain,
wanting me to rip apart these pictures I paint--
like I'm chasing shadows which do not belong to my skin.
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Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Poetry"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
Shadows
This covering unfolds itself upon me;
a silk of frustration and disdain,
wanting me to rip apart these pictures I paint--
like I'm chasing shadows which do not belong to my skin.
