panic

it’s the pounding that comes first
she can hear it
the blood running in her veins
her heart beating like a drum

soon the air will escape her
no matter how fast she runs
the air will always sprint faster
the breaths won’t come easy

her mind will soon join the race
thoughts flooding her brain
drowning out the calm
sending her sanity into last place

this race comes and goes
striking at any point
unpredictable and unstoppable
a battle to win

when the panic attacks come
the gun sounds
and the race begins