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Unbridled by aoiisoraa
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Anxiety is a rose bush
 
 
 
the flower shop — a forest,
of looming, undulating shadows.
 
 
Her heart trembles, 
eaten inside out.
 
 
  
 
 
 
She stares down, 
 
 
cotton threads run endlessly, 
a vast expense across the ocean of beige apron.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Brows crunch, 
the helplessness.
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Is drowning; suffocating.
 
 
Bubbling up her ears, 
smoking through her eyes.
  
 
 
 
 
 
  
Her fingers dance, 
a nervous, endless staccato across the glass lock screen.
 
 
 
 
Maybe… 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Shaky breathes, 
in, out. 
 
 
 
  
 
 
  
 
 
Her hands droop, 
lids cast.
  
  
  
  
  
   
   
  
  
   
  
   
   
   
  
  
  
  
  
This isn’t for her.
 
The sofa was comfortable. 
The noise was bearable. 
The shrieks were familiar.
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Why is she here.
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