swept away
in the tendrils
of the maelstrom
icy daggers
tear through
my already
tattered tender
leeching color
from the world
anxiety screams
everything and
everyone is out
to destroy me

they aren’t
probably
i feel about
sixty percent
sure it is all
in my brain
but there is
always room
for doubt

the fool finds
himself hunkered
armadilloing
until the storm
finally passes
the old friends
abandonment and
betrayal smile
as i stick my
fingers in my ears
listening to the
ocean in my skull
crash in lavender
flashes as i do
more and more to
dull the overload