My heart hammers my chest violently at the sudden alarming sound of the sirens.
An ambulance behind me.
Eyes wide open. Vigilant.
Staring anxiously to where the sound of doom, the sound of death is heading.

Could it be my mother? She might have accidentally forgotten to turn off the cooker and burned the house and herself with it.
My heart pounds my chest every **** time my alert ears detect the bothersome sound of sirens.

Praying no reckless drunk driver ran over my sister on her way home from college.
Scattered thoughts.
A vulnerable 15 year old boy was stabbed to death by a gang just yesterday.
Is my brother alright?

A faster pace.
I must arrive home.
I must see everyone I love.
Drenched palms - they’re rarely dry.
This perpetual anxiety will end me.
There’s nowhere safe.
There’s nowhere safe.