ugly anxiety

crushing coldness
loudness, boldness

deep dark panic
near satanic

silent screaming
almost dreaming

you aren't crazy
it's not your heart.
it's just a panic attack
tearing you apart

against my better judgement

inside
the dark is pressing
against the sides
of my head
until I think
it either has to end
or my head
will come apart
at every seam,
and yet,
it seems I place more trust
in verse
than pills
because here I am
writing a poem about it
instead of an aspirin
and a cold pack on my eyes.