Self-Preservation Coma

I try to relax
Yet sitting on hands;
Fearing the red silence.
It shows its teeth;
I do nothing.
Looking into the eyes of others
Raises the vulnerability level.
Where I want anonymity
As a means of protection.
It clenches it’s fists
And screams in my face;
I do nothing.

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