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It Takes Shape

I cannot calm that wretched voice  
it takes comfort and contorts
it into something so dark, I feel  
electrified with fear.  
Alive? Perhaps, yet until when?
That alone raises the hair on my neck.
Is it lurking?  
 
 
It is.  
 
 
 
Written by nikkimoe
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Author's Note
My photo of a quick painting I did when hopped up on breath taking anxiety.
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