Thursday, October 08, 2015

Panic Attack

little breath
short and sweet
let me up onto my feet
heartbeat race
tear flows
panic knocks, panic knows
dirty feet on
my clean floor
smash the plates, slam the doors
bitter guest who
pins me down
deeper till I start to drown
clothes wet from
the panicked sweat
worst fiend I had ever met
petrified by
fear again
again, again, again, again,
waves of panic
over me
coat my eyes that I can't see

dead
cold in space
nothing in this time and place
panic kiss me on my face
nothing left, without a trace

awaken in the morning
shower
cold water
rinse the sweat off
tell myself to stop being so silly
get on with it

-o0o-

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