BOGYMEN

I am filled with a nameless thing
I cannot name it
I do not know its name
It has no name

It gushes through me
Like water in a pipe
I feel the pressure
I think I will burst
It comes in the night

It feels like violence ...black
It rakes its claws
Cuts deep, scars me
A bastard, brutal attack

It leaves me shaken, weak
Tearful, bereft
Empty, bleak
It exhausts me
I'm a bloody, broken heap
It whispers it's name
ANXIETY.
Marion Price
(2018)