By Ayisha Saniya Ambalavan
I am biting on skin at this point
I've run out of nails
all ten of them
my fingers sting, some bleed
yet I do not stop, nor concede
a habit wore down long past
one I should likely make my last
yet here I sit surrounded by nail bits
white shards scattered like glass
on my sheets the shade of forest grass
I sigh. I stop momentarily,
and dust the shards off completely
as I feel the worms of anxiety
take over inside of me
I sit back down in front of my screen and worry
for all the time spent biting constantly
hoping for a change to change me
sitting in the same spot hopelessly
so God please do forgive me
I swear I’m trying, mostly.Â
- staring at my screen frozen like a deer in headlights watching as the oncoming car crashes into me, unable to move ‘Freeze’.Â
By Ayisha Saniya Ambalavan
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