a n x i e t y

Uncertainty is a physical motherfucker

that floats lightly inside my tissues

juuuuust where I can feel it.

In the lining of my stomach;

in my throat, in my chest;

in my shallow, panicking lungs.

I hate not knowing.

That little bitch will drag you down

when you least expect it -

out of nowhere, one breath tastes different

and you know that somewhere beneath your heart

your hummingbird lungs are working double time

for your shallow, panicked, hummingbird brain

so you'll maybe stop stressing long enough to

breathe.

Uncertainty can fuck off and die.

(Feedbacks I’ve given:

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8mhyz5/comment/dznxo15?st=JHQBMR4S&sh=a6002881

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8mdg4c/comment/dznxhe3?st=JHQBNDA0&sh=31c8957a)