It started with a phone call.
Sweat drips down my forehead
my mind is jumbled
my
pulse races
irr e gu l a rl y
and my heart is
its competitor.
The room feels smaller
and the faces around me
b
l
u
r
into nothing.
What is happening?
Why can’t I breathe?
I can’t stand up right,
my palms too sweaty
to grasp
the
nearest
surface.
It started with a phone call,
and it ended with a hard
crash
to the floor.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
It started with a phone call.
Sweat drips down my forehead
my mind is jumbled
my
pulse races
irr e gu l a rl y
and my heart is
its competitor.
The room feels smaller
and the faces around me
b
l
u
r
into nothing.
What is happening?
Why can’t I breathe?
I can’t stand up right,
my palms too sweaty
to grasp
the
nearest
surface.
It started with a phone call,
and it ended with a hard
crash
to the floor.
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