Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Panic Attack

White lights.

My heart races. Like a blind man striking the door, it comes uninvited.

Little people draw near and hurt me. Some come in, explore my body.

They are here to fix me. Make me feel well, again.


A sharp dressed gentleman helps me to my feet.

Orange sirens, yellow barriers, white beds, black wheel chairs.

He knows me. He knows who I am. Have I seen him before?

When I watched the world flow up river, he kept my heart from sinking.


I am in a room, padded with wood.

My jewel watches me. She watches the life flow out of me.

Brown waves wash over me. I am suffocated by laughter.

My cup is a well, and I nearly fall in. Until she catches me.

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