9 Minute Poem

TW: Violence, Mental Health

When you have a panic attack

they say to try a grounding technique

Name 5 things you can see

Name 4 things you can touch

Name 3 things you can hear

Name 2 things you can smell

Name 1 thing you can taste

Breathe in 

Hold it

Hold it 

Hold it

Let it out

Let me smash this bottle against a wall

the wall you pushed me into the night you tore off my underwear

as if you were running from the cops

I can’t believe I got into a fight with her about you

When I invited you in

I wasn’t inviting you in.

Listen to music,

drink a beer, 

lose to me in pong…

This night was supposed to be like every other night.

Was it my boxer briefs?

My boy jeans hanging off my spiky hips?

Spike strips

Striped shirt

The ants won’t leave because they crave sugar. 

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