Anxiety

In my plexus

Like barbed

Wire

Knots

Your cold

Steely mangledness

Twists

Squeezes

Crushes

Burns

Until you

Suffocate

The spaces

And places

I need

To breathe

In ease.

Are you more

Then a fiery fist

Clenched deep within

The cavity

Of my chest?

Are you less

Harbinger

And more

Liberator?

Should I not

Be wishing you

Away?

Are you trying

To tell me

Something

Only I

Can comprehend?

You slide

So easily

So skillfully

So knowingly

Into me

Between my every

Morning

Night

And now.

When

Did we

Become

So fucking

Intimate.

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