A Chant For Anxiety

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Slow down, heart.
Soothe your lining with tears.
Until your blood
turns into a glass of cold milk.

Be still, toes.
Compose your throb and thrash.
Imagine frosted berries,
upturned over your nail beds.

Lay placid, head.
Free the hurts coursing through your recesses.
Unclench that mental fist,
And for once, let it all go.

That dam must spill.
It has to break open, and
graze your sides asa raging flash flood
And even so, you’ll still be here.