Poem – Anxiety

Sometimes I feel like 
I have a giant beast
upon my back.
He weighs me down
and pushes me
face-first to the floor
and I can’t move.
My bones are broken
and I lay there
waiting for him to consume me.
He devours me and
rips into the flesh of my
back and my teeth
chatter from the blood loss
and he is never sated.
I feel the void inside of me.
Little hands grasp mine to
wrestle me away but
their love is not enough
to free me and let me up
from the teeth.
Beasts and teeth,
loss and blood.
He will devour me whole.
I wish the silence to sustain me.

  • Rachel Venos, 2018