I’m not okay

Although I wrote this poem in January, I think I’m about done revising it. For a tiny poem, it’s been through 11 drafts, and I think I’ve given up. It’s as good as it’s going to get. Feel free to make suggestions though!

 

My shoulder muscles tense,
instinctive reaction to a
threat.

I’m not okay.

My fight or flight response
a bone-deep warning to
avoid sudden movements.

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