Friday 24 May 2013

Panic Waves

My heart was pounding all around me
Blind walls seemed suddenly closer

The ceiling whirred faster over my head
Words expanded till they blurred my vision
Forked feet lay rigid on the table
Tensely posing for a capture
The air condensed on my shoulders
Heavy arms made one last weak attempt
Put down the leaden instrument
And watched it drip and blot

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