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You keep me safe. I am the locket held close to someone’s chest, cherished by the illusion of being. Should I be opened and unhinged, the exposure will make the picture dry out & fade away. An administrator at work sees the shallowness of my breath & the pools surfacing in my face. I am left alone with 200 students bursting with beautiful & untamed energy. His arm around my shoulder, he says, “Hide.” Everything is dizzying here, but somewhere, this alternate world gets me to stop apologizing. My grief flows, a creek spilling over its edges from small floods. I let the air hold me still. Before I report, I cannot see through the smoke I become. “What if no one believes me?” She says, “I do.” I sink back into my body, but at least I have returned home.
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC
Love Vignettes for a Panic Attack
You keep me safe. I am the locket held close to someone’s chest, cherished by the illusion of being. Should I be opened and unhinged, the exposure will make the picture dry out & fade away. An administrator at work sees the shallowness of my breath & the pools surfacing in my face. I am left alone with 200 students bursting with beautiful & untamed energy. His arm around my shoulder, he says, “Hide.” Everything is dizzying here, but somewhere, this alternate world gets me to stop apologizing. My grief flows, a creek spilling over its edges from small floods. I let the air hold me still. Before I report, I cannot see through the smoke I become. “What if no one believes me?” She says, “I do.” I sink back into my body, but at least I have returned home.
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC
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