I’m going to go out on a limb and try something very different for my blog. One of the things that I like to do when I’m very upset or overwhelmed, is write poetry. I’d like to try this out by dedicating a tab to just poetry. I’d love to hear feedback to see if this is something I should continue…
The following poem describes the effects of synesthesia and anxiety.
I feel haunted by nostalgic stimuli. Stalked and targeted by scents and tastes that make me feel full of grace and youth and
I taste the metal in my teeth. The clanging, gnawing steel that settles in the crevices of my mouth and writhes in metallic agony as it is touched by my saliva. My saliva in turn alerts my body to the foreign intruder and I feel the spiral take effect. As my head rolls back and my eyes do too, I bounce my knee to the rhythm of the saws gnashing in my teeth. Short breaths hiccup from my chest and my head begins to droop…so heavy.
I think. I breathe. I stop. I worry. I cry.