Petty issues

November 5, 2011

Problems, problems

I spend every second avoiding
those things looming above.
One spreads its wings wide and
I have trouble seeing the sun.
A finch descends and picks
bit by bit
the strands and fibers of
my skin and muscle,
pulling and stretching
each piece of me
Sometimes into a corner, sometimes
into the ground.

Panic, then paralysis
or vice versa.

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