Friday, April 15, 2016

my nervous system

My nervous system is a frightened deer, hiding in the shadows, easily startled by little noises, rustles in the leaves. Unable to tell whether it is merely the wind or a predator. Friend or foe, who goes there?
I have taken to chain smoking.
But all it is is the landscape has changed, as I knew it would.
The shaking will stop.

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