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Claustrophobia;

casting spells, anxiety obeah

feeling trapped in a shell

a gleaming pearl

trapped in a cell

of another’s designer

hell

waiting for the pool to whirl

me down

again.

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The heat and the wet

make a vitriolic garnish

causing what once gleamed – jet

to now become tarnished.

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Agoraphobia;

crowded house – residential dystopia

all the faces look the same

painting misery – drawing blanks

always strange and often insane

that’s what happens to your brain

when you’re trodden on like wooden planks

and spoken to just the same

you become a broken, wooden frame

a shell without a pearl

a face without a name

and when you push the system yanks

until there’s nothing left to say.

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Until there’s nothing.

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Nothing.

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