plush

by deej

she’s stressing out.
at every instant she’s contemplating ripping every strand of hair from her head….
every heartbeat thunders against her ribcage like an ape in captivity just from the mere thought of it drawing closer and closer.

ARGH.

that one place of sanity,
that one sanctuary…
the single thing that seperates the good and bad days…
that will be gone too.

she will have to do without.
she has no choice but to push on through.
alone.

and in her fluster, a thunderstorm of thoughts howl about her
as her friends dance on the outside, the better side…
and she continues on in the rain.

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