Claustrophobia
The fear of small spaces,
confined spaces.
Back against the wall,
the walls are closing in.
There is no escape,
from the rake on the skin.
Balled in a blanket,
desiring to be confined.
Pulling in closer,
and quieting the mind.
Sounds of screams,
blare in the ear.
Music gets louder,
trying to make everything disappear.
I am claustrophobic
Yet lately the tighter ball I wrap myself in
the more comfortable I feel