Comforter

I quick pulled the gray
Clouds over Tuesday like a
Sullen comforter
This is not my time
I whisper as I fall back into a
Bed made of self-doubt and
Reckless worry
Cutting off external stimulus
Is like punishment for the
Anxiety-driven
If I just lay here for
A while more for just
A few more minutes in
Silence it will be okay
I will forget that I am in
My skin and I will forget
What it feels like to
Itch and scratch at
All of life’s edges

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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