The Agoraphobic

with deep chartreuse eyes big & peering through the crowd assembled against her will at her family’s home she slowly makes it through with arms folded & gripping herself but the first attack is what sends them back & it comes on like a tornado hurdling over the plains, off in the distance, and then as if without warning tearing through her consciousness, destroying all remnants of the immediate moment. so she turns & runs back to the first room that she finds empty locking the door behind her, screaming to herself, rocking backwards & forwards wanting the comfort of her own dwelling wanting to never leave again. her breathing quickens, she gasps & gasps as if climbing to the surface of a lake in the winter whose ice she has fallen through, yet though she can see the sun through the translucent barrier, she has not the strength to break the ice & her heart is beating so fast she feels as if it is going to explode in her chest. rocking back & forth rocking back & forth whimpering & wishing she was back in her home alone, comfortable & safe.