Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

anxiety eating

i wake up,
and sleep
not eating much
i touch an apple,
pick it up,
change my mind
anxiety is getting
her feel, eating
up all of my
heart and time
___
written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: proclivity

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