My heart pounds painfully
in my chest
as sweat cakes my hands
and dampens my forehead.
I clutch onto my pencil for dear life
as my eyes scan the sheet of paper
and the array of symbols,
letters, and notation
that seems so foreign to me.
My right leg bounces
with such aggression,
anxiety,
panic.
My jaw is locked,
teeth grinding against
one another.
I can feel my eyebrows furrowing
in worry
as my lips quiver
with such intensity.
My breath
catches in my throat.
I can't seem
to inhale
or exhale.
The symbols become blurry,
my mind becomes blank,
and in the midst
of the transition
from one song
to the next,
I hear my name.
YOU ARE READING
Until I Rise Again
PoetryCollege: a time for growth, freedom, lust, and parties. The place to have the time of your life. But one disturbing encounter leaves Willow Brookes spiraling as she tries to make sense of what happened to her. Told in five parts, this novel follows...
