"i dunno if we're monsters..." ★ poetry

panic attack - an old poem

i can't breathe. my arms prickle and then turn numb. clingfilm smothers my lungs, and my eyes glisten with salty solution.
i heave a horrid sob and bend my torso as much as my unique spine allows.

i feel like a monster.
i feel like i'm off to hell when i leave this earth.
i feel. i feel. i feel.
i feel too many things. it's all too much.