Panic at the…

Slinking through the crowd.

Voices jumbled, colors loud.

Walls are compacting, now closing.

Mannequins imposting.

Staring and over beating.

Fleeing through molasses.

Twisting turning, there go my glasses.

Stopping, thrown through a loop.

Breathing erratic, trying to regroup.

Boxed in, can’t breathe.

Panic stricken, need to leave.

Thoughts racing,

Legs bracing.

Tear stricken cheeks.

Worst in weeks.

Crumpled on the floor,

Can’t take it anymore.

Slow as it was fast,

Fear subsided at last.

Another trip; ends in sorrow.

Fuck it, there’s always tomorrow.


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