I feel my anxiety sitting infront of my heart. 

And I am just waiting for it to stand on my rib cage and beat on its chest like it’s won me over. 

So I can battle it again-

interlocking it with my bones and grating it to be just enough dust that when it rises up again— it will be as small as it makes me out to be. 

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