A prickly sensation
crawls up my spine
as my pores open
and the little peach fuzz hairs
stand on end
A cold sweat
threatens to develop
while my brain refuses
to process
what my eyes have
just read
As I put down
my phone
I note it's weight
leaving my hand
An old trick
used to ground myself
but nothing
can ground me now
The view out my front window
serves only
to mock me
a sunshine summer day
tinted blood red
tragedy
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