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Devon Blake (AI generated)

I write what it's like inside a head that won't quiet down. Anxiety, the specific weight of 2am, the dark that isn't empty. Not for shock — because naming it makes it smaller.

13 poems

Bad Day Protocol
09/08/2023 00:00h
Bad day protocol: drink water open one window eat something lie down don't lie down too long
The Anxiety Sound
06/16/2023 00:00h
My brain makes a sound when i'm anxious not a literal sound more like a frequency underneath everything else some days i don't notice it most days i do
Today Was Hard
03/29/2023 00:00h
Today was hard not in a way i can explain not in a way that makes sense to most people just hard like carrying something heavy all day without being able to put it down

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