Grip.
I have none.
Speak.
My voice is gone.
Think.
I can’t.
My stomach is tight. Tangled in a tense mess of knots that can only be pulled from the inside out to unravel. And what I have left to feel is smothered with inability to breathe because I’m drowning. What comes out is gargles and chokes, my chest heavy but enough to muster up strength to heave and ho. Only one more bubble and a scream might evoke because that’s all I can think to do before the hot streams appear upon my cheek. If there were an image of my brain it would look like a line of jets dropped bombs upon it, chaotic confusion, everything is melted together. My feelings are warfare, I set them aside to survive. And nothing can stop what’s attacking… anxiety. Just got to let the bombs drop.
Breathe In. Breathe Out.
Breathe In. Breathe Out.
Bump.
Bump.
Bump.
Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffhhhhhhh
Thump.
Thump.
Thump..
Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffhhhhhhhhh
Hands shaking.
Tears flaking.
Force Smile.
Move on.
