Poem #2: Restless

Restless
It's shifting underneath my skin,tectonic plates grindingunder a smooth surfaceand a cold sweat.
There's no explanation for the movement--I am not settled, not settled,unsettled.What do I do?Every drop of anxietypools in the quiet places of the brain.It is not quiet, not quiet.Unquiet.
I am living thisand I don't know how this lives.What are the shadows you speak, monsterbeneath my skin?What fears do you rousein the hairs on my armsand my drumming chest?
Please just let me sleep.

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