Nervous streaks
Pierce me straight through my very existence.
I'm in shatters.
Frightened.
The signs point to a good day.
This process,
No stranger to me,
Causes me and agonizing anticipation.
This process,
A known danger to me,
I can't let this slip.
In my thoughts,
These explosions are minuscule.
Calm down,
You jumpy cells
This might be alright.