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Ice

She brings the cold with her. She turns coffee to ice.When she walks in the slam of the door  is muffled by the snowbanks pouring in at her feet. With each step toward her desk the heels hit the floor with the sound of an iceberg cracking. Where her heels stab the linoleum are thin snowflakes, they grow across the floor each point reaching out further and further until it's under your feet and growing up the wall and frosting the windows. She sits in her chair, the wheels long stuck in place and the icicles grow up her back and onto the chair then up until she sits on a throne of ice that intimidates everyone around her. She doesn't notice. The air grows cold we can see our breath as we try to keep warm, some shiver and fight to last the time spent with her. Others have frozen in their seat, lips blue, fingers shaking, they sit down and let the ice eat them until they are statues of ice. What was once warm now as cold as the woman who wandered in, their eyes sullen and staring down at their keyboards. It gets so cold that it's hard to breathe, let alone speak. Some make token efforts to communicate, they look into your eyes and say something about the work in a hushed whisper. You nod though you can feel the thin  layer of ice crawling it's way up your neck and you know that this may be the last time you're able to sit in this room with her. She isn't affected by this cold she brings, as the room goes blue and everyone around her freezes into statues as she mulls over her work.

Kind words fall out of her mouth and slide along the floor towards you, the words are kind but the chill they bring with them tell you they are not sincere. That is fine. All of it is fine as long as she doesn't look at you, let the ice swallow you up, let the snow eat at your fingers and let the keyboard get so cold you can't press the buttons for fear they'll snap in two, just don't give her a reason to look at you. Her gaze could freeze a fire and has frozen so many around her. You can tell from the way they shiver even in the summer heat, she's done something too them in the short time they've spent in her presence. They warn you against going back but now you have no choice, you told the people that's where you'll be, so that's where you are. They don't feel her cold, or just don't notice it. So you sit and you freeze and you try to work. But the ice calls your attention, the cool wind that follows her climbs down your clothes and into your belly and comes out your mouth and ears until you shiver like everyone else, no longer able to work your goal is to survive, survive the next hour, the next ten minutes, to the next second. It takes you all day to warm back up after that, you sit with friends around a fire and tell stories of summer and you'll still shake until midnight; but you'll be ready and warm for another lesson on what the body will stand.

She doesn't notice the cold, she breathes it and bends it and comes to her when she calls, but you've never seen her shudder or stutter, maybe she does mean the things she says. Maybe she isn't bothered by the cold because she doesn't realise it's there. Maybe to her this arctic winter is the summer sun warming her bones. If that is the case. What tundra, what chill seeped its way into her body long ago, how long has she needed to thaw out her body to get it to move again. What made her past so cold, that this is summer?

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The Light Made Everything Quiet

The light made everything quiet. It was evening and the final burst of sunlight was desperately staining everything it could get its hands on. As if the sun was scared it’d never see us again. Pouring gold onto the floor and on the walls and seeping through any parted curtain. The light was so yellow and thick and warm and the sky was so pink and bright that sound was sluggish.

It blurred the edges of words, wore away sentences into rounded pebbles and scrubbed clean the roughness of the noise outside. So it was just a pleasant hum on the edge of my senses. Time didn’t stop. The people outside still rushed home from work. But in my first-floor bedroom. Sitting on my tired single bed, bathing in the gold dripping with goodbyes and devouring the pink skies. I was calm. So calm. Thinking of nothing but the Sun and the sky.

#sun #sky #poetic #imagery #tomwritesthings #colour #color #calming #anxiety #wip #those opening few sentences have been stuck in my head for MONTHS #This makes me really happy! #atleast this time tumblr spacing isn't having a fit

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Attack

I’m too big for my body now. So I must fill this bathroom instead.

Lay my lungs on the sink to breathe,

Catch myself on the bath as I fall and scatter my thoughts.

Pull my heart from its cage so it can beat faster, and faster. So fast the noise floods my temporary home. I give my tears the space to run, As a militia against the enemy.

Finally, I breathe deep and scatter my army,

I wrangle my spasming lungs,

Place my heart back where it belongs,

Clear my thoughts,

And stand.

I splash water on my face and mouth ‘You’ve got this’

I leave knowing it’s only a matter of time. Before I lie to myself again with ‘It’s fine’

#poetry #panic attack #anxiety #wip #mental illness #expression #idk i've been kicking this around in my head for a while #it was in there so long i couldn't think of anything else till i wrote it really #i'll probably come back to this later so yano #i don't like what tumblr does with the spaces in this #writing

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Me: *writing*

Me: *reads what I just wrote*

Me: Huh. Well, that’s clearly foreshadowing.

Me, the author: I wonder what of…