Anxiety

Right now, this city
is a fish tank
and I'm the brunette
walking through
crowds of nameless
faces, eyes like
laser beams,
glowing and
reflecting into
my eyes throughout.
Honestly, everything
feels like fire
when it gets
inside of you.
My 6am jog
leaves me with
setting suns
pulsing in different
parts of my being
and they varnish
my skin with
a thin layer of
sweat that only
knows to burn
and burn;
my clothes aren't
seared about the
edges though.
Is this why everyone thinks I'm insane?

Aimee Capizzi