black shrapnel

anxiety.

Fragments

scissor my nerves

Hang garottes in the ceiling of my mind 

sorrow heave against my bones

contaminate the frail confines

skin bitten by the seething cold 

I flinch mistaking it for flesh 

repellent of a mere embrace

fueled on hatred but deer-legged

taunting figures sit and wait

haunting the long and lonely night

they lurk and leer over my head

but don't  enter out of spite

I'm crawling through this barren land 

these thoughts have perished since

A memoir to desperation 

disperses in the wind.