Wednesday, September 21, 2011

anxiety crushes my teeth together

as I sleep fitfully

wondering what little thing

will sneak up behind me

and bite me on the ass

what imbecile's thoughtless move

will toss away all for which I've striven

or what secret from deep in the past

will jump out and moon me

as I'm one step from salvation


how can imagine a world without anxiety

or a world with teeth left...?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

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