Jab into the gut,
Why don’t you?
It’s not a nut,
A screw loose or a bolt there,
It’s all a lot everywhere.
These irrational irritations,
Ballooning up in the lungs,
Assumptions, negations,
They all feed into each other.
We never think clearly,
But it build up slowly,
Anxiety, it pulls on veins,
In our wrists.
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