Where do these strange clouds come from?
They hover above my head--
like chandeliers without light,
like a guillotine blade anxious to sink--
and comfort me with drops of rage and despondency.
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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
