this
is an anxiety attack at its finest:
your heart sinks like a dead weight,
an anchor against the brittle cage of your ribs;
your chest heaves,
struggling to fill your
near-flattened lungs with air.
PANICPANICPANIC
you feel an overwhelming urge
to empty the contents of yout stomach
into the toilet.
tears flood your eyes;
bile rises in your throat.
PANICPANICPANIC
you are a mess.
you are sobbing,
ashamed of yoursef,
ashamed of your anxiety,
hoping beyond hope
that no one will see you
like you see yourself.
-d.b.