Phobia

The phobia Went to the Carnival in Loule I`m sure it was nice I felt like the branch of a tree hurtling down a river Of humanity a maelstrom, a headless monster and I was filled with panic; a scream was working its way Up my throat, I found a breathing space by a doorway As the float with lightly dress girls came there was A surge towards the edge of the pavement a vacuum I was able to run and found a dark side- road where masked people with evil masks played with fire. I found my way to a normal street I knew in a café had A sandwich and drink water, I`m in a dry cycle seeing my Doctor at the end of the month and if she asks If I drink, I can honestly answer no. This fear of throngs of people should not be taken lightly But I was able to flee but also take a picture of the girls