I'm afraid to write about you.
I fear that these words may wake a scar that once bled,
a horrid face that lingers around when you sleep.
But most of all, I fear that these words won't be enough.
YOU ARE READING
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
