Challenge
“My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.”
—Virginia Woolf
Create a poem out of whatever scraps you find lying around (your brain or otherwise).
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Stress Paralysis
Stress paralysis, so exhausted at rest. No break from the silence. Fight and flight without guidance. Stuck in a moment of endlessness. Purgatory for the restless. Frozen in time with no cure, time ticks by as you endure, minutes become hours of torture.