Anxiety

She rips me to shreds when I can’t escape my bed,

holds my hands and shouts “Get up!”

Because I can’t miss “this”…

 

And “this?”

 

Something I will never know

when she drops her grip on my hands,

attaching instead to my lungs and heart.

My ribcage feels like it could burst if I even think of

opening my mouth.

 

So I stay silent and hope that the bell

inside my head doesn’t ring,

because I can’t stomach another blackout

crawling on the floor trying to rip out of my skin

desperately grasping her hands

so that I’m back in her arms again and she

can continue to rip into my already bleeding wounds.

 

 

About haringeyunchained

Haringey Unchained is a collective of students aiming to show case the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form College in Tottenham, London. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London. We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.

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