Anxiety drips
tickles as it
trickles down,
pools at the
base of my
spine. Cold
spreads through
the muscles,
freezes them.
The tension--
suspension of
rationality--
reality blurs,
burrows deep
inside: hides.
Unfounded
perception
confounds reason.
Treasonous lies
blanket my
brain, the pain
of belief,
without relief
from the tangled,
mangled perception
of reception
of input, not
trustworthy
because no
worth can
penetrate
the awful state
of the cracked
view from inside
looking out.
