Anxious Feelings

Feelings are splintered, splattered Broken into kaleidoscopic pieces that do not fit Like a rope twisted inside a body Razor sharp, the currents inside rip the fabric of the outer shell The snake motions to release Ants crawl in the interior of the cranium Ghosts gather in the vicinity and laugh demonically around the evil darkness of the sea The insides churn as the vitriol of self leads to torment Screaming with rage Whipping around in the distance As a multitude of pounding scarecrows beg to be free Acid flows inside the body Waving around the cord within Splashing and moving from blood clot to blood clot As it causes the insides to corrode It is true that sometimes things must splatter In order to begin again Transformation begins from broken -ness As a new road is paved