Monday 24 June 2019
Tuesday 4 June 2019
Anxious
Anxious
The deepest part of the ocean, dark blue and terrifying.
The sound of fingernails on a chalk board.
Anxious smells of something dead.
The feel of needles stabbing you in the stomach.
The taste of milk that’s gone off. A small cramped pitch black room with nothing but darkness.
By Zoe
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