Anxiety

There’s a monster

laying dormant in my chest.

Sometimes, I forget  he’s there.

But when he wakes

he thrashes and shakes

against my lungs

and grips my ribs between

big black claws.

I try and appease him

with pretty orange pills

but the monster is

always

hungry.

 

Author: Katherine Wheel

Katherine is a twenty-something year old writer from Greater Boston who is just trying to navigate adulthood. When she isn't writing, she enjoys going to concerts, painting, and spending time with her loved ones.

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