elliot freeman

each fear more severe

dec 2025 · poem

waves crashing against my skull unrelenting each fear more severe paranoia but i didn’t take anything was i dosed no, that makes no sense heart racing i lay down on the bed soft, furry blanket on my body angels i’m here i’m ok but what if what if you’re being manipulated what if you’ve lost your mind anicca this will pass everything passes sit down on the mat close my eyes i’m back to black blood pumping run run run but i’ve nowhere to go i get up and walk slowly down the corridor at night my body loose-fitting like an overnight guest feeling footsteps water on my hands on my face breathe the towel is reassuringly dry and stiff this will pass this will pass but what have i woken into?

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