And the ground beneath
My feet vanishes.
The air in my lungs
Evaporates within me.
The blood in my veins
Exsanguinates through my pores.
And my mind shrivels and expands
Like the core ready to explode.
And I’m dying.
5 things I can see:
The chair
The sky
The door
The walls
My hand
The walls are closing in.
4 things I can touch:
The floor
The chair
My hair
The walls
The walls swirl in my vision
3 things I can hear:
The birds outside
The fan
The sound of my feet bouncing off the floor.
The walls move in and out of my vision.
2 things I can smell
The cut grass.
The sweat on my skin
The walls
1 thing I can taste:
The salt on my lips.
And then the walls vanish.
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 10:36 PM UTC
And the ground beneath
My feet vanishes.
The air in my lungs
Evaporates within me.
The blood in my veins
Exsanguinates through my pores.
And my mind shrivels and expands
Like the core ready to explode.
And I’m dying.
5 things I can see:
The chair
The sky
The door
The walls
My hand
The walls are closing in.
4 things I can touch:
The floor
The chair
My hair
The walls
The walls swirl in my vision
3 things I can hear:
The birds outside
The fan
The sound of my feet bouncing off the floor.
The walls move in and out of my vision.
2 things I can smell
The cut grass.
The sweat on my skin
The walls
1 thing I can taste:
The salt on my lips.
And then the walls vanish.
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