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Panic
Heart beating too rapid to keep count, striking a beat to its own drum.
Breath like hot acid with every forced inhale.
Mouth now too wet, tongue feels too big for where it used to fit.
Skin too hot, now slick with cold sweat.
Stomach dropping like you just fell three hundred feet on a roller coaster.
Brain in a frenzy letting the fight or flight set in.
Are we about to run for our lives?
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Maria Mastay
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