Distress mangles my body, like over-caffinated veins.
It makes me jolt and jitter.
The rush deafens my ears.

The silence fuels all my fears.

And my mind, offers no comforts.
Only thoughts of gruesome acts
Crashing, filling, overflowing, like a swelled river meeting a dam.

And I'm sinking, drowning like waterlogged clothing and lungs.
Thoughts so frantic, limbs so weary, I sometimes forget I'm not under water.