the dirtiest grey
anxiousness
like rubber but crawling
screeching your name
a melancholy taste
paranoia
the blues the blues
whispering but hostile
locked and not sheltered
a murky deranged white of the eye
replacing the trees
a buzzing a buzzing
stifling air
closing doors
a tapping
and the bleakest of greys
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Don't panic - lack of punctuation and capitals is deliberate. Written roughly a year ago.
