Hey guys, we’re back again with another poem. We’d really like to see some of your work, so please don’t be shy to send your entries to Saloni (G10) at firstname.lastname@example.org or to Ms. Janice at email@example.com.
Anxiety (by Vivi G7):
At times it’ll take over,
The worms will start swirling inside her
The drums come back, pounding, trapped inside her chest
Her mind like a car, racing
And her breathe like a cheetah, fast.
Back comes the feeling she is made of stone
And is suddenly dropped into water.