by my valiant soul

Mode of expressions

How do I express my anxiety?

Let me dip my nails and bite my skin,

with the horrors of iterative chills

like a wood spanking my cheekbones

Colour changing, chameleon tongue.

I am pulverized in this shade of trance,

with my thoughts eating my red eyelids.

Pich and pluck or pluck and pinch

Spit and run or run and spit

The ebb of heart rises like high tides in sigh.

I sit in this corner, burning now

along with the burning ink.

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