Frantic Panic

Frantic Panic

By: Talya Langer

My heart lies heavy,

My head hangs low.

My stomach twisted, testing the limit of torque.

My emotions engulf every fiber of my being, extracting me from reality.

My nails dig into my palms, drawing blood.

My brow is furrowed.

My heart is speeding up, hoping to win a race I was unaware I entered.

My chest begins to tighten, my lungs expanding, hoping to fill my chest until it explodes, engulfing my heart and all other vital organs in a battle of wills.

My mind is trapped in a haze, my vision blurry, and my body dazed.

I’m panicking?

I'm panicking.