Death in anxiety

As I lay very still

Like a ship lost at sea

Or a monster provoked

What feeling will I arrive at?

What will the monster do next?

As I lay very still

Perhaps anxiety won’t see me

Maybe anxiety will walk right past

As my body sinks from its own surrender

The anxiety slowly stops stirring

The hustle and bustle of a live body

Reckless, anxious and haphazard movement.

Its best if I play dead

And hope my anxiety has a smell

As my body sinks

I hope my anxiety decides to move on

For now.