A morning run
through a miserable park;
blinding fluorescent
jacket smiles
megaphone praise
bursting skin
splitting headache.
The tongue
in my head and its feet,
licking the edges
of my cerebral cortex,
pushing slippery whispers
into the backs of my eyes,
wet assault
as I pant
panic
and cry.
I found old CBT diagrams I drew to cope with anxiety attacks.
I decided to turn them into poetry instead of painful memories.
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Kristiana Reed juggles writing and teaching English; in both vocations she endeavours to remind people of their self worth and how dazzlingly beautiful the world can be.
You can read more of Kristiana’s writing at My Screaming Twenties