PANIC
the wind in my spine is shouting
so i hold my breath to quiet it
and it curls under my skin
bunches up in a million ants underneath
and trapped under it spoils itself
greens and blackens on its own
so i block my throat to hide it in
and it whispers my death to me
It makes me tremble
and my bones clatter against it
as it turns to marble in my lungs
I collapse under the weight of it
it crushes down upon my stomach
and when it breaks the skin i bleed ink
my ink boils in my wrists
and i sweat my plastic trap
i run lists in my head
to keep my nails in my fingertips
and my eyes leak cold sweats
to cool my burning skin
and it fades
for a little
just a little
then the wind comes back.
Written By: June Rossaert (https://redwineandstardust.wordpress.com/2017/08/28/panic/)
