Literature
Anxiety
Oh God. The pain, the searing pain. As if all the nerves on your body were triggered at
once. The pulsating open flesh, the crispy black-laced trims bordering the overpowering
rouge muscles. That piercing scream that echoes in the lonely air, sending shivers down
your spine. The metallic, rusty smelling liquid gushing out, outlined with transparent
yellow gunk.
Heart beat escalates. Someone help me. Knees clenching tightly to your chest. The
bitter taste of your pathetic tears. Make it stop.
Turning off the television does nothing. It’s just an actor. It’s just an actor. The
haunting image of her, the neve