Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Iridescent Windshield

Head aching
Spinning...
Nothing out of the ordinary,
Yet I'm still presented surprised.
The anxiety is back, sets in...
Jaw locked.
Here we go again.

Red and black plaid covers my breasts,
Rising and falling with the breath in my chest...
Questioning, again...

Time to look inward,
Again.

Time to focus on myself,
To please myself,
To be happy... but here I am.
Rain pouring on this all too familiar windshield.


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