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All that's left Is the grits of my past, eroded by the tide of anxiety. Swallowed back like salt-crystals shrivelling my insides. What a tasty meal i'll make. All seasoned and hollowed out, pink flesh ripe with goosebumps. Ready for the wolves. |
God, yes. Now this is what I call angst! Loved the imagery, the detail to what the writer's feeling and their intentions at hand - all in such a short verse, as well! Kudos for using your words both wisely & appealingly, no matter how distasteful the concept may be. | Posted on 2015-08-19 00:00:00 | by MyPeriodical | [ Reply to This ] | Hmm depending upon how you mean that. I'd say nay. Personally, do have relative anxiety, but generally have a way around it. I'd be careful with those wolves though. Be safe. | | Posted on 2015-08-10 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ] | |