Panicking
Shocks like elastic repeated.
The globs of them.
Grunting feelings with packaged up tears.
I could have done more relaxation but it feels uncanny.
Like a zipper in my veins.
Cold shocking sensations, clapping hands and amazing tricks.
Drastic measures feel like cinnamon in my nose.
And a breeze of lost air.
The thing about panicking is that…
It’s a feeling as groaning as spaghetti for the tenth time this week.
And it’s always still this weakness.
I wish that the afternoon air was less grumbling.
There’s a skeleton shooting harpoons into my muscles.
And that’s not the last trick he has for me.
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