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Hooks

anxiety, a tremor
underneath my skin,
a background hiss like static,
like unearthed electricity.

it waits, with its little barbed hooks,
ready to latch on to the slightest disturbance
and surround it, making it bigger, louder, 
more insistent and frightening

and I don't know how to stop it. 
it prickles and shivers and makes my hands shake
and my legs twitch to a rhythm I can't hear.

I don't know how to simply exist-- 
that's all I want, just to be. 
to feel at peace. still and quiet,
not humming and whirring 
with untapped energy 
that goes nowhere 
and does nothing
but make me afraid
to be alive.

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