Short breath.

Anxiety

please stop

stabbing me

with your sword of dread

making me see things,

out of focus,

and leave me shaking.

chest hurting and short of breath.

fear blowing into my mouth

and making me shiver.

i say stop but you are a human

without belief in consent,

like a stranger in an alley,

you mug me of my sanity.

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