I tried fighting her off, but she was too strong. I was lying on the ground, my stomach lurching in pain, and my ribs were beginning to crack beneath her foot. My head was pounding fiercely, and I was feeling dizzy and distant. I kept gasping for air as each of her slender fingers curled in around my neck tauntingly before baring down on my throat and cutting her nails in my skin. But this wasn’t what she came for.
She looked every bit like me – down to the minuscule freckles dotting her brown skin, and her smile formed the cheek bones on her face. There was nothing behind the brown eyes we shared. She had no real soul, no life. I wasn’t her though, and she didn’t exist like this in physical form. She had no physical form. This was part of her mind games. She was a manifestation of everything that controlled me – fear, anxiety, and guilt. The pain I felt was real too – she could manifest it physically in me, but there wasn’t anything left to point to when she was done. No one else could see her. The only thing I could say to other people was, “Sorry, I just can’t. I get too anxious.”
But it’s not my fault.
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I love how this is so detailed. I can definitely relate to this. Anxiety is my life!
Thank you! I’m glad you can relate. 🙂
I really like the description in this poem, can really feel it. I’d only suggest making three small edits that I think would make a more powerful statement in an already powerful poem. (not trying to be a critic here, just how I read it in my mind).
1) I would leave out the word “in” so that it reads …..her slender fingers curled around my neck…..
2) ….tauntingly before bearing (not baring) down on my throat …….
3) ….. and cutting her nails “into” my skin (not “in”) …to me sounds more intense
Just my thoughts. Great poem. :o)