Anxiety IA Poem by Steph CrandallOn, off, on off. The faucet is stuck on and the water won’t stop pouring out, overflowing. No matter what, the water continues to gush, filling the sink overflowing onto the floor. Flowing down the white
porcelain, slowly filling the room until it swells, about to
burst. That’s it. Can’t take it. Filled to the top ready to explode. Completely
overwhelmed. The room is flooded © 2011 Steph CrandallReviews
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