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 overpoweringrouge muscles. That piercing scream that echoes in the lonely air, sending shivers downyour spine. The metallic, rusty smelling liquid gushing out, outlined with transparentyellow gunk. Heart beat escalates. Someone help me. Knees clenching tightly to your chest. Thebitter taste of your pathetic tears. Make it stop. Turning off the television does nothing. It’s just an actor. It’s just an actor. Thehaunting image of her, the neve
PerishedDark, thick clouds of smoke covered my vision. I took small, planned steps to ensure I wouldn't fall into any holes in the scorched floor boards. It seemed that almost everything I had once cherished, everything I had taken for granted, had perished. Extensive piles of ash overflowed in each corner of every room. What was once a beloved item was now mindless dust, soon to be blown away by soft winds to come. In the bedroom, lay a crispy, black bed-frame, complete with a lump of ash thrown into the middle. Everything that was once a soft purple or deep brown (fitting into the theme of my room), was now a dull, lifeless shade of grey. But peek
The power of poetryHave you ever had the rhythm of a poem flow through your body like a roaring river full of unimaginable strength?Each syllable shining a light of new perspective. Every word carrying a newborn thought and idea.The striking emotion that is hidden between the lines glances at you, only to cower back in fear behind the safety of hidden distress.One can only imagine the delicacy of the written word, each more fragile than the last.