Tic, tic, tic
They keep coming,
one right after
another…tic.
I can’t stop them.
I can’t hold them
back to where I
started at a
stand still.
Breathe.
Relax the muscles,
sore from the
movements are back.
A swing…
and a miss. Swing…
this one hits
an uncushioned bone.
“Hey!” “What?” “Hey!”
Yelling and blurting.
Sniffing and stomping.
I’m not in control,
like my brain has
backfired…again.
They’re sudden like a manic
episode is over.
Back to a
stand still postion.
Aching and tense,
it’s good to be
at a stand still.
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