Monday, March 12, 2012


Fumes of acrid anxiety swirling
in my heart, its heady tendrils choking
my vapid will.

My sight a-blight, my limbs limp
I swallow these acid thoughts.
In my iron mind, holes they wrought.

My guts flooded with bile
My brain & heart, immobile
My innards, kissed by Evil.

Note: I am anxious, is all. Inshallah tomorrow everything will be well.

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