Untitled I

I am the child
who gabbles garbage
and spews forth words
in panic-stricken
white rabbit red eyes
in the headlights
grip of nervous fear.

I am the jelly
wibble wobble
on my white porcelain platter
that you carry
as I scream colour
but you see straight through.

“Everyone is insecure”
but not everyone dribbles words
chokes on glances
heart palpitations so loud
the ear drum bursts
and skin crawls with ants
that sing songs of shame.

But your hand,
is unwavering.
A constant in the self-created chaos
that I cannot ignore,
cannot corrupt.

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