Tonight's Poet Corner: Anxiety Attack
Anxiety Attack by Belinda Roddie My breath feels sticky, like thick, unyielding medicine served to me in a copper spoon - cold, yet warm at the same time. It chills my throat, but it heats up my head with dying stars. Maybe I should lie down for a bit - stop imagining running away, packing a suitcase full of stories that meant something to me before, but now feel so damn heavy beneath black canvas. Once my head stops spinning, I'll take a walk, feel the breeze, try to remember that they can't take everything away from me. Not if I steal a boat and claim the ocean as my kingdom. Not if I head to the mountains and build a cabin out of old dreams. Not if I bury my face into my pillow and wash the fabric with my tears and screams.