Anxiety is a close call between highlighter yellow and a murky grey

It sounds like a kid screaming because they are terrified to go down the silver slide at Coney Island

It smells like an overpowering burst of aerosol spray that you walk directly into

It tastes like uncooked, rubbery chicken that’s been in the freezer for way too long

Anxiety feels like the moment your freezing toes hit hot water in your shower