anxiety:

It is a yellow colored thing

green bile harsh in glinting light

it howls like a dog missing its home.

paces like a ocean trapped in a bucket

sloshing from side to side

waves cresting and collapsing back into themselves -even as I sit still as stone.

It is the thrum of bees in my chest

a threat

the distant sound of silence before everything breaks loose

the hesitation before turning on a light in a dark room.