knocking on anxiety's door

never been taught what to do

grit between your fingers

smell of smoke

sun melting ice

a faucet leaking

the ghost of a centipede

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wriggling down your spine

fables told once

but never again

the chromatic scale

a bird, a bull, a mountain

a silver bullet, cold on your palm

dreaming of places you've never been

places you'll never be

but a part of you still remains

living in a paper house

waiting for a smile

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you can't trust everyone, but you can trust me.

you wouldn't survive a minute without me.

the moment you open one door

another one

closes