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 … Continue reading Panic at the…