Panic Attack
Cold, slimy fingers creeping up my spine…
Body hair stands up.
GASP!
Can’t breathe.
Pounding heart.
Dry tongue.
Sweat.
A nameless terror tingles my colon.
A knot here…
And there…
PAIN!!
Tense.
Eyes w-I-d-e open…
Yet blind.
Straining ears are deaf.
Chilled,
Yet burning up
By turns.
Racing thoughts.
Escape!!!
Yet paralyzed.
Even tears have fled the scene…
Silently screaming
IN PANIC!!!!!
Yet remaining
Deadly
Still.
ã22 October 1992, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
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