cold feet

anxiety is a chill

embedded at the

notches of your

carved backbones

anxiety frosts over

making you shiver

and it pierces you

in places unknown

anxiety leaves you

breathless and red

and that blizzard

affects you alone

anxiety can’t melt

away, for the icicles

have hardened to

pure diamond stones.

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