Dumdum rumpum

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There are multiple hearts in my body
Each beating to the rhythm of my anxiety
Some in tandem, some in chaos
They dance beneath my skin
A dumdum in my neck
A rumpum in my wrist.
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My thoughts sing and click
Music inside my head
Dumdum rumpum
My fingers tap on the desk
Impatient, sweaty, pale
Couples dancing
Two steps ahead, one step back
Some in tandem, some in chaos
A ballroom for my fingers.
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My eyes swing from one end to the other
Tick ticky tok
They follow the impatient clock
Tiny heartbeats whispering in my ears
The tune of my body
Of my existence, as I dread just that
My existence.
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A dance of my mind, heart, body
I have learnt to excel in
Practice in anxiety-
Yes, I’m growing in it
And out of it.
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~insight07
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Circle

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Castles in skies
Knights in sunshine;
On cloud nine
She smiled.
What a story
I was told
Growing up,
You know how it goes.
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Then what?
I grew up
And understood the loopholes.
Around me, I saw
Aggressive men
Aggressive women
Tiny children cowering in pain.
Drama drama
Always on the edge of
Another drama.
They were just villains
Or maybe, just humans.
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In those four walls
I broke and broke
Before breaking no more
Those screams and shrieks
Don’t get to me like before.
Miles away, sometimes
I find myself trapped still
Thinking about clouds
And a moon suspended still
Which always remains the same
The same circle.
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~insight07
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Bruising heart

My heart hammers against my chest
It is bruising me with its pain
Sometimes I hate the very blood in my veins
Because it reminds me of them.
Words are healing but words are spears
That pierce even through the strongest bones.
My eyes don’t see straight anymore
I feel deformed, words don’t exit my lips anymore.
Stuck at my throat, these thorns bloom red roses
Born from my thoughts, blood drips from the ends of these petals-
A puddle of filth on the ground.
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~insight07
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Promises

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If only I could talk of the vices
Promises of forced death that sit around my neck
Habits of years and betrayals of years
A mountain of grievances that sit on my chest
If only I could let you walk in my shoes
Maybe your feet would bleed the same as mine
Are we of the same blood? Will we bleed the same blood?
Your red flows in me, the flow of bitterness
A stream in my head.
How do we stop living bodies
With minds from dying each day?
The tallest glass building shatters
The shards are not enough for the cuts on my skin.
May we learn to be our being
With all the scars and laughs
That line my physicality.
Let there be something
Something that makes this worth it.
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~insight07
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